Newlyweds (a poem)
They sit on the same couch
(always a good sign)
But the smiles don’t reach to their eyes
because pain lives there now
“The sex is still great!” they tell me eagerly
as I notice their hips or hands aren’t touching
It comes out more like a fact they are trying to convince themselves of
Instead of a shared secret between two lovers, a joy
And that vestige of a smile they started with
is gone
It’s almost like they’ve gotten two dogs
Anger & Hurt
that they feed daily with sarcasm and silence
Kindness and Warmth, in the form of soft words and gentle touches,
haven’t been seen in a while
Perhaps they can be found wherever Love and Patience have run off to
Hope is fighting for its life
As Shame reminds them:
the wedding was less than 6 months ago
One thing they do still agree on:
They both desperately want their friend back
