Two Blankets One Bed

Tears slip down my cheeks,
unseen in the dark
as I wrap myself in my own cold arms
turn my back to him another night
indifference chilling more than the open window
shudders running up my spine
suppress
don't want to wake him
answer questions he shouldn't have to ask
the empty space between two bodies speaking louder than my sorrow
but still unnoticed
or at least unremarked
can't he feel the hollowness beneath my ribs?

If I'm brave I might reach for him
a tentative caress from shaking hands
terrified of the imminent rejection
the pulling in,
pulling away
as he tucks himself into his corner where I can't reach
and my breath vibrates painfully
hands retract
and I swaddle myself up in my misery
and remember a time full of cuddles and courtship
playful kisses and late night confidences
lost in the tides of time passed
twin victims of being taken for granted.