It's not me, it's hymn - Friday Prediction runner up!

I’m not immortal, only feel like I’m invisible and, God knows, not at all wise, none of which would normally make a blind bit of difference, but that article in the paper, the one about divorces amongst the over-sixties being on the rise really made me think.

It’s galling to have been married for forty-plus years and realise that we never talk, never touch, never communicate in any meaningful way whatsoever.   What happened to the dreams we had, the expectation that the fun, the laughter and the love would last as long as we did?

They died?    Or did he?

Thank you to Phil Ambler for providing the prompt words gall, invisible and  touch, and a great deal of enjoyment, both in the writing of pieces and the reading of the very high standard offerings of others.
I also feel obliged to stress that this is wholly fictitious.