In the wake of me and you
the crater in the foam and coils of my mattress
sinks deeper and deeper when we’re together,
and when we’re apart, keeps me up at night
as I cling to the brim of the bed,
trying to stay above the covers,
so soaked in the ache of loneliness. . .
. . .maybe I’m the unbearable load
in this nest of ours.