Good marriage has its dead zones.
We grant each other space
Respectfully on private paths
with truths we've yet to face
Kindly we ask not too much
we trust we're here as needed
but silent subtle habits grow
with warning signs unheeded.

I have you and you have me
no fear that this will change
but if we long to feel alive
what must we rearrange?

Invite me into solitude
Disturb me when you dare
The cost is comfort
Gain unknown
Our Mysteries to share.