Knowing Human Nature Poem by John Yaws

I killed her love in increments-
By simple lack of care...
And never giving compliments
When she fixed up her hair.

Or when she labored on a meal-
A real gourmet's delight..
By merely eating hurriedly-
And saying, "That's alright"!

The words I said in anger-
Cut her like a knife...
And finally made the woman loathe
The fact she was my wife.

I guess I really realized-
The truth the day she said-
"You know? it's really over-
My love for you is dead"!

It is. I know I killed it-
And left it lying there-
A cheap discarded plaything
As if I didn't care.

If I could start all over....
What changes would that bring?
Knowing human nature..
Probably not a thing.