Slipping

I feel you slipping from me Things are no longer the same as they used to be We'd share all of our stories Parables of our good times and our maladies Open as a book, but as mysterious as can be You used to read my poetry They were a mirror into my agony But I've had a change of heart They're a window into my destiny As we move further apart physically Our minds become distant mentally Our hearts no longer colliding spiritually There's much to you I see as key Key to what every woman should be But the ideal woman will forever slip from me