She is jumping in with both feet and
I’m not sure I even have emotion to stand on.
These shifting sands jostle me. And this time,
It is me who inches away to freedom.
My bed turned into her side and my side,
Even when she’s not sleeping with me.
My body lays bent, because it is trained to accommodate her.
But, our connection is riddled with arthritis
And it’s getting harder to move with her