Sleeping with a stranger.

The night is long, the bed is cold.

Silence haunts the room through the night.

He feels like he’s sleeping with a ghost.

Pregnant quietude, lost words, constant

sighs and quick stares. She has a lot on her

mind but refuses to communicate. She’s

sleeping close to the edge of the bed with

her back facing him.

Communication has been lost.

Somewhere in between expectations

and life changes, they lost their spark and

connection. She’s going through a spell;

he is battling a mid life crisis. She somehow

changed from the vibrant, cheerful woman

to a cold, sad woman.

Worry etched on her face, caressing a low self

esteem. Lines of depression printed on her skin,

her wrinkles are more evident now. Her kisses

are cold; she hugs him like a dude. She’s oblivious

by him. Somehow amidst all their problems, she

forgot how to love. Always angry and complaining

at everything. Even the smallest things.

Whatever he does isn’t good enough for her.

The more he tries, the more she pushes him away.

Tough love they say, disappointment and pain he

gets. He can’t use logic; speak sense to an angry,

sad woman. He doesn’t recognize her anymore.

He has become an outcast to her eyes, a foreigner

in her past. Constantly looking at him through the

corners of her eyes. Rhetoric questions, full of

assumptions and baseless judgments. A beauty

turned into bitterness. She has changed so much

that he doesn’t know her anymore and he

questions the stranger he shares a bed with.

He’s afraid of communicating with her.

He’s afraid of saying something that might

hurt her. She misinterprets all that he says,

replicates different meaning to all his words.

What is a man to do?

Trying everything to make her smile and laugh.

Reminding her of the love they share, their

beautiful memories. Telling her how beautiful

she still is and how much he loves her.

Trying to convince a ghost that being dead isn’t so bad.

It’s almost bedtime, the lamp in the bedroom flickers

unceremoniously summoning bedtime.

A peculiar silence that speaks volumes fills the room.

A cold kiss on his lips, she turns her back to him.

Another long night, sleeping with a stranger.

©FloetryC 2015



Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

8 thoughts on “Sleeping with a stranger.”

    1. I totally agree. Women like that are the kind that appreciate when someone is common. Unfortunately, it’s also apart of the human factor. Absence makes the heart grow fonder… It is important to always appreciate people in our lives..for all that they are, all they do and so much more. Thank you for the lovely comment and for appreciating.

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    1. Yes, i totally agree dear.
      It’s a sad reality.
      I hope that this poem is able to inspire change in that person’s life.
      I’ll be happy knowing that there is positive change. 🙂


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