She doesn’t cry herself to sleep
anymore

she’s still angry

just not at me

what she failed at

she’s flailed at
and found her policy
at her own door

I’m not her enemy

I’m her friend

I’m her beginning

not her end

and she’s willing to

argue that to the end

I don’t hold her head anymore

over the bathroom floor

the after fact

the end of the first act

is not the end of everything

we’re married and found the map

the bits we lose

again and again

she cries awake now

loud in an off putting way

sends them running

friends once

enemies forever

until the bridge recovers

the forever falls over

and hovers above and below

she is born again and again

and then who wins

me, I do

a wanderer in her soul

me, a madness

seeking whole

she doesn’t cry herself to sleep

the mountain

is no longer steep