One-sided Reverie

If day after day your beloved keeps drifting away with a hundred excuses of being busy,
If slowly they begin to find fault with everything about you, somehow, one way or another,
If wherever you arrive, they make it a rule to depart,
If they fold your little notes back into envelopes after reading them, as though they never saw them at all,
If the moment you become a night owl, they suddenly take up the habit of sleeping early,
If your phone number keeps sliding down their dial list,
If the accounts are settled before they can even love you,
If whether your body is well or unwell doesn't trouble them much at all,
If love grows only when needed, and busyness swells the moment need is gone,
If morning or evening, they feel no urgency to speak with you,
If even when it pours outside, they never say, 'I miss you terribly!',
If love becomes merely a game of the flesh,
If they brush aside their avoidance of you beneath a thousand charming words,
If out of sight truly becomes out of mind at last,
If the magic of words slowly fades and vanishes in an instant,
If before the sun sets, you become for them the deepest darkness,
If complaints no longer hold meaning so you stop raising them altogether,
---then know this: this is no longer love, but merely one-sided fantasy!

It could also be
that they want to love but cannot;
or they can love but do not want to.