She is in bed next to me. She is my wife. I bring her iced tea and soup and desserts.

Anything she wants.

Twenty five years ago we made love. I liked it. At least I had orgasms. She seemed excited. Did she have orgasms ? I don’t know.

Then we got married and we stopped making love. The silence and the sadness became like brick and mortar .

Maybe one day, I will find another lover.

Maybe…