“So Lovely Was the Loneliness”

Those days would come, we would scatter our clothes wherever we liked coming home after work. Frustrated, tired, we anchored our shoes by the bed and spent the night apart. The windows open. Reading. Sleeping. Throwing off our covers. Sailing out into the uncharted estuaries of the night. Steering separately, navigating the swells of mystery alone. But do you remember when we woke? The feelings we shared? In the middle of the night? Not yet morning? “So lovely was the loneliness” apart.