The Mystery of Being Where You are Loved

The Mystery of Being Where You Are Loved Sometimes she asks me As we share a bottle of wine Or after making love Are you thinking of her? I nod, never anything more. She asks, How do you feel? Sad, I often answer. And then I say But it’s not fair And ask her How do you feel? It doesn’t alter my life’s story, she said tonight Later as she sleeps beside me I wonder How’s the one in this bed with us Sleeping tonight? Does she know she is here With one of us sleeping And one of us here thinking About the mystery of being where you are loved. Roe Jan 2022