At first it was a word, a sparking stroke, the incense of your hair
Now it takes more, a bottomless kiss, your hands rough on my skin
I pray that in 30 years it doesn’t take my heart, or yours.
I do not miss the lost nights alone, most of the time.
But the constant hum of daily life, of chores, of monochrome love…
It takes more, these days.
Roads on Her Face 
Natural progression but not unavoidable! Very well written!
Thanks for taking the time to read it! I don’t think it’s unavoidable either- more like an occasional feeling 🙂
Good to hear! 🙂