She doesn’t look at me in the same way anymore.
I tell her everyday I still love her but she doesn’t hear me.
She’s moved on.
We used to take long walks together, and watch the others always looking stressed, and we’d laugh about them.
Now she’s one of them. She’s tired; her eyes have fallen.
I know she will come back to me and things might be like they used to, when the baby is older.
But for now, I will just have to wait by the back door until her eyes fall so low, she sees me again.