ZONKED
And I am sitting here
beside myself, wondering, how did we
come to this tired impasse again?
Decide now.
Excuses are
finished.
Get up, my sweet
husband,
I love you
(just so you
know) but
love at 41 is different than love at 21,
my dear. I have
no energy to gaze adoringly, to
organize meals. I’m barely
prepared to drive everyone to
quality time apart from me.
Rest is what I crave.
Sleep.
Trust me,
U are still my first text message every day. Your
voice still makes me smile
when you hug me in the kitchen
xpecting more than I can give.
Yes, kiss me quickly, before I
zzzzzzz
