When Did You Outgrow My Love

When did you outgrow my love? When did the fabric of my tenderness Become too tight Too fitting? When did the garment of my passion Become restrictive? When did you start to look for new coverings To clothe the nakedness of your soul? When? Tell me… When did you outgrow my love? When did you outgrow this nest? Was it when you found out that you could fly? Having been nourished, pampered and preened Your wings of self-esteem Unfurling to soar on the word wind of my praise… Was it then? When did you outgrow my love? Ah, Hush…my love, no need to speak For my heart knows the answer well I know when it all started to take place I could read your face The expression you wore As I helped you dress That look in your eyes Belied the lies That the fit was just right And so you tugged at the seams Unraveled my dreams The stitches undone My garment you tore And yet you swore Alterations wouldn't do You needed something new In the dead of night You took to flight Undressed, free For you had outgrown….. You had outgrown…. ME. Eileen Manassian Ghali