Changed

 

Sleep has left me
for another man
as have you.

But you lie here
like a beaten mutt
with nowhere else to go.

 

You are blinded by
the ghost of broken
and guilty remembrance.

 

Slip out while you can
and I swear I will
pretend to sleep.

 

But promise that you
will not look back.
I am no Eurydice.

 

The grooves in my face
have been filled with soot
and bloodied buoyancy.

 

I am changed.