The Fixture

She wonders
If he ever notices…
Her reality

When donning freshly cleaned clothes,
Or slipping between cool silken sheets at night
He takes her with the careless enthusiasm.
of a schoolboy…
or a john

She wonders if he ever thinks…
Of her…
At all.

She watches him stride blindly off to his world
Of elegant women and graceless buildings,
In his crisp cotton shirts,
And gently knotted ties.

At the end of the day..
He returns
Silent and aloof
His eyes sliding round her
As he goes to his den and quietly shuts the door.

And she wonders ...
if her warranty has expired….