The Mystery of Being Where You Are Loved

Sometimes she asks me

As we share a bottle of wine

Or after making love

Are you thinking of her?

I nod, never anything more.

She asks,

How do you feel?

Sad, I often answer.

And then I say

But it’s not fair

And ask her

How do you feel?

It doesn’t alter my life’s story, she said tonight

Later as she sleeps beside me

I wonder

How’s the one in this bed with us

Sleeping tonight?

Does she know she is here

With one of us sleeping

And one of us here thinking

About the mystery of being where you are loved.

Roe

Jan 2022