For a while she wondered
Why it was all so easy before;
Flour on the table
Coffee in painted cups
Hand in hand
Hearts beating softly
Bed always made
Until they un-made it in
wild throes of passion.

She wishes someone told her how
the hours between sunset
and sunrise stretch
impossibly long when
Home starts to feel like a house.
Suddenly Husband and Wife
are now man and woman,
strangers sitting tensely
on a park bench wondering
if the other harbors dangerous intentions
or if they’re safe here.

Irrationality and Reaction
knock at the door together
and throw it open without waiting.
She turns her back on their guests
and for a while she wonders
why it was all so easy before.