The honeymoon is over <br />And he has left for work <br />Whistling something obvious from La Boheme <br />And carrying a brown calfskin attache case <br />I never dreamed he was capable of owning, <br />Having started the day <br />With ten pushups and a cold shower <br />Followed by hearty breakfast. <br /> <br />(What do we actually have in common?) <br /> <br />The honeymoon is over <br />And I am dry-mopping the floor <br />In a green Dacron dry-mopping outfit from Saks, <br />Wondering why I'm not dancing in the dark, <br />Or rejecting princes, <br />Or hearing people gasp at my one-man show, <br />My god, so beautiful and so gifted! <br /> <br />(The trouble is I never knew a prince.) <br /> <br />The honeymoon is over <br />And we find that dining by candlelight makes us squint, <br />And that all the time <br />I was letting him borrow my comb and hang up his wet <br />raincoat in my closet <br />I was really waiting <br />To stop letting him. <br />And that all the time <br />He was saying how he loved my chicken pot pie, <br />He was really waiting <br />To stop eating it. <br /> <br />(I guess they call this getting to know each other.)<br /><br />Judith Viorst<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-honeymoon-is-over/