we sleep in separate beds
sometimes wearing earplugs
it's always the other who snores
reading glasses are no longer optional.
he sleeps in boxers, I sleep in flannel pajamas
he has his pillows and I have mine
one for my arms and a bigger one between my knees
he started it all.
how did we get so old, what happened to his
beautiful red hair - his paunch can no longer be ignored
I would be grey if nature took her course
there's a dimple in my belly fat.
there is nothing beautiful about it but what else
but to endure, to smile and hope for the best.
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