Love Poem: What Happened To Us?
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Written by: Catherine Reinke

What Happened To Us?

What happened to us?

Now I fear you, hate you, loath you
Really want to kill you

You disgust me 
Distract me 
Distrust me, hate me
Really want to kill me.

Always forever
Remember forever and ever?
Marriage vows
Exchanged in glee
Baby you and me made three.

Love we made twice a day
Exciting full filling 
We both have to say

Time moved on-on we went
kids happened
Deaths, birthdays
Illness, PTA and job promotions.

Travel too much
Yes you did 
Warn to much
Yes I did
Now my unhappiness
From you I hid.

Pay our bills
Build that house 
Need new cars
And more charge cards.

Love we made
Now once a week
Some hand jobs
But still lots of heat.

On we went, time moved on
How your money I did spent.

My appearance now 
did not care
Shorter skirts I would not wear
roots came in 
Dull dark grey hair.


All my love 
Hot to you
Instead to our child
Ok, I admit its true.

But I remember well
Your mistress tale
This deep pain for me 
Never did heal.

Time moved on- on we went
All my love frozen cold
Because you said I’m 
Getting to old

Love we made 
Once a month
Probably less, its hard to guess.

So divorce papers you did file
I felt free
At first
Many new possibilities!

Thought I, maybe now love
I’ll find 
Greater wealth
And peace of mind.

Lies we tell
Around about
Divorce is good
This we should

Therapists and
Friends do too-
Yes divorce
Is right for you!

So time moved on, on we went 
And all our money
Our attorneys spent

Love we made 
Not once this year 
This replaced
With grief and fear

Now I despise you, loath you
Hate you 
Midnight plots
Of you to rape you.


Win I will
 And win I must 
For now I know
What happened to us

Our love was planted
Yet left unattended
Rot to earth
Can’t be mended.

I alone this
Garden tended.

So why of why 
Did you fail to tell 
No gardener are you
Our love to fell.

Our garden of love 
Rot and weeds
Hate, desert
Now you sow
 These seeds.

Ironic yes.

I’m afraid it’s true.

Long at last
A gardener
I’ve made of you.