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.