It was him, her and their home unsteady.

Where once everything was so fast became slow

Where he was always ready

And she was a sight of glow.

Now they no more involve,

Gracefully stopped bothering

As they evolved.

Vows were never easy they knew,

It was the hope that kept them through-

Each day a part of them blew.

Sometimes her and sometimes him,

Sometimes Ronda and sometimes Jim.

Now it's alright as they have learnt,

Its easier said than done.

He lives his games and her writing.

They no more hope for a love that diet-ing.