You Never Smelt The Roses

Seven star properties, were a part of your life,

You stayed in them, five days a week, far from your wife,

You never stopped to smell the roses,

You were always knee deep in case work and proposals,

You didn’t enjoy your forever house,

The one you handpicked and decorated, for your son and spouse,

You didn’t use the clubhouse gym,

The one with the view of me, enjoying my swim,

You looked in wonder at our apartment’s massive garden and park,

Whenever you had time off, away from corporate sharks,

You weren’t always this person,

A shrewd, calculative, aggressive businessperson,

You were a lover of music, abstract art, strange science fiction books and gourmet food,

Your hobbies, had the power to elevate your mood,

Why didn’t you spend some quality time,

With those things, that really made your soul chime,

I wish you had opened your recording studio,

And taken it slow,

You were a musician,

A fine one at that, with so many creative ambitions, 

You loved playing live shows and attending concerts,

I enjoyed watching you perform and looked forward to donning my finest skirts,

I took pride in being the lead guitarist’s wife,

The one with whom you spent the chunk of your life,

You played numerous shows, accumulated thousands of fans,

And chose to hold only my hands,

I admit, I fell in love with you, 

Only because music was your primary brew.