In the box

I was vulnerable when you met me,
You said just the right things,
And smiled at me just the right way,
Touched my hand and put a finger to my cheek,
Kissed my forehead and just the corner of my lips.

As my life got worse,
You knew just what to do.
The walks in the dark after the city went all hush.
And we basked in the city lights and the stars when the moon refused to come out.
And the times you would drop by at lunch.
And we would sit in your car,
Talking and laughing.
While you touched my hand just the right way
And kissed my forehead and just the corner of my lips.

Now all of that is gone
I barely even get a phone call at lunch
Or a ride with you to work in the morning

Am inside what they call the box.
You're no longer sweet with me
You do only the things that have to be
And none of the ones that got me here