You Are

High on the pleasantries

of a perfect evening spent with you,

the familiarity of our inside jokes,

warmed by hot chocolate

and your embrace.

Even in anger we put the usual

unconscious patterns aside

to make peace, for a change.

Then the rain came at night

while we played musical beds,

the typical shuffling of bodies,

our babies crying in search of water

or my breasts by their side,

and you in childish jealousy

when my body is given over to them

instead of beside you.

The rain came at night

in our broken sleep,

washing away the joy of yesterday,

and you clung to your cravings

for control,

you couldn't help it,

I don't blame you, dear,

it's the only thing you know.

"Good morning.

Why is the house a mess?

Stop checking your phone

when you wake up.

The kids play on their tablets

too much.

Are you going to eat

that whole muffin?

You need to quit bread.

Don't pick at your face.

I'm going to work,

goodbye."

Goodbye,

God bless,

I love you,

have a beautiful day.