Diminished Capacity

No matter what I do
or how hard I try
it's never good enough
because you want the sky
Used to be I could hold you
and I would be the queen
thrones crash down to earth
not a pretty scene.

You got too big for me to hold
or too thin or too slippery
I know I didn't get smaller at all
or grow holes to let you pass through me,
a combination of my fatigue,
the passing time, and your audacity
led neither one to blame, for love,
our diminished capacity.