darling;

where lies my admitting
when yours is sleeping,
on the very bed
that has divided our
together ness,
i watch your eyelids
closed and breathing,
and i noise the walls:

feet long for any association
of the familiarity of your skin
covering your bony ankles,
hands clumsily mismanage
the washing of the dishes,
i am bored
protesting your trance
with the sound of my own exhale
my own sighs, migrating murmurs,
deserted to plea with you:

please blanket my loneliness