Sunday, August 18, 2013

Private Griefs

They climb in their separate sides of the bed.
Unused to this, they lie still for a while
then make awkward, if gentle, love.
She turns from him and starts to cry.
He reaches out a hand to comfort her. She shrugs it off.
He lies on his back, listening.
'I'm all right,' she says. 'Go to sleep.'
He turns on his side and stares at the dark.
In the night, stirring, he is aware of muffled sobs.
There is no other sound.
He wakes early, dresses quietly and goes downstairs.

He sits by himself in the hotel restaurant - a married man.

21 July 2013

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