Taunts

As I lie beside the man of my dreams

That I love with every fiber of my being

I look down at the ring around my finger

It makes me smile

I then fight the tears

I look to my sleeping husband

His calm face and peaceful breathing remind me of better times

Times when we talked and laughed

But now it is shallow remarks and hallow smiles

I look passed him to our bedside table

The smiling people in the photo are starting to feel more like taunts than fond memories

Reminding me

"He used to love you"

Making me wonder, can I do this?

I know I will fight

But can I win?