He wanted to please her as he had when they were fifteen,
she just wanted sleep.
“Please, I’m not in the mood tonight,” she groaned,
and turned towards the threshold of their bedroom.
She fixed her attention to the clatter of dishes displacing water
she was too tired to change.
Her wine glasses were closer than they were in the sink.
He turned his thoughts to the constant hum of the street light
outside their window,
and thought of this marriage.