And you, in bed,
turning your back to me,
pushing me away,
even in sleep,
as I snuggle for warmth
and, above all, comfort.

Blankets don’t touch
the cold I feel,
deep in my body.
I reach for you,
but you’re locked
in your dreams.

A grunt or two,
a muffled snore,
a half-whistling sound,
sometimes, a cry.

Last night you
called out

I hauled you back
from some black pit
where sharp-clawed devils
reached out in your dreams
to snatch you from me.

Today it’s my turn
to call for help
as I face a horizon
filled with black clouds
that gather above me
refusing to disperse.

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