Originally published April 28, 2014
Today I bought a bed.
A small bed
For a small place
In a room to call my own.
It’s “my room”
You say, and invite me in.
To show me a place
That I might lay my head
It’s “your room” now
Not ours.
Few pieces of me
Remain.
A Push-me Pull-you
In the nightly dance
As I try to see,
Am I welcome—or not?
With a heart torn in pieces
I surrender at last
And order a bed
Of my own—just in case.
The pain’s only greater
When you don’t remember
It was I you evicted,
And invited last night.
In the light of the day
We cling to each other
And you now remember
How much we once loved.
And I see our passion,
It’s still burning bright
But imprisoned within
This damned disease.
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