Second Edit: Why I Don't Sleep Naked Anymore

[Richard]

Second Edit:

Why I Don't Sleep Naked Anymore

Winter nights crawl in, reaching for blankets.

There are still times when snow melts,
weakening ice cracks silently, the sky dark
like the nightdress you used to wear.
The one that hung tight against your hips, drooped
in the front, felt soft against my belly.

Your snoring used to make me feel warm,
but now it reminds me of old men, waiting
for their turn to die.

First Edit:

Why I Don't Sleep Naked Anymore

There are still moments when snow melts,
ice weakens and cracks, the sky dark
like the nightdress you used to wear
that hung tight against your hips, drooped
in the front, felt soft against my stomach.

Your snoring used to keep me warm,
but now winter nights creep in,
even reaching under my blankets.

So this is just another ending for us.
We're sick from words like “forever,”
this page not our first deathbed.


Original:
Why I Don't Sleep Naked Anymore

Winter night sneaks through window and door,
even reaching under my blankets.
Your snoring used to keep me warm,
but now you sleep alone like a prisoner,
the key lost long ago along with the jailer.

There are still moments when snow melts,
ice weakens and cracks, the sky dark
like the nightdress you used to wear
that hung tight against your hips, drooped
in the front, felt soft against my stomach.

So this is just another ending for us.
We're sick from words like “forever,”
this page not our first deathbed.