You used to send me flowers, but now, it would appear,
That you no longer bother with such affectations – dear.
You used to buy me chocolates, gift wrapped in golden foil,
But now I don’t get chocolates, or anything – at all.
You used to bring me fine champagne, the bucket packed with ice,
But now, it’s half a'bitter – and you shudder at the price.
You used to know my fragrance, you recognized perfume,
But now you wouldn’t notice it if I sprayed the entire room.
You used to remember my birthday – you used to remember my name,
You used to think a date with me more special than a game.
And if we had to be apart, you’d call me every day,
But now you never bother – as there’s nothing left to say.
I used to do my hair for you; I used to wear nice clothes,
I’d teeter on stiletto heels – do you remember those?
I used to listen when you talked; I used to call you “honey”,
I loved to cook you three course meals – and all your jokes were funny.
I used to book surprise nights out, I used to iron your shirts,
I valued your opinion – I could never see you hurt.
I used to rub your aching back; I used to hold your hand,
I went to concerts with you, just to see your favourite band.
I used to text you messages I knew would make you smile,
You always were my valentine, my best boy – by a mile.
We used to have such happy times, I’m sure you would agree,
But now, I see, I can’t blame you – unless, I too, blame me.