Each Week

His face was a little fuller,
Sprinkles of gray adorned his temples,
His eyes still shown bright,
He still melted her heart.
He still gave her butterflies,
Her skin still screamed for his touch. 

She sat by his side,
One day each week,
And pledged to be his friend forever;
To fill his emptiness the best she could. 
But she loved him with every inch of her being.
She wanted to protect him, 
Make his face shine, 
Erase any hint of despair. 
She watched his lips move
but heard no sound save for the beating of her heart in her ears.
Each week she dared herself 
To reach out and touch his shoulder...
Just brush his arm...
Just for a second.
But each week she failed
And each week
When their moment had ended 
And they went their separate ways
They returned to their blandness;
Only truly living one day
Each week.