NaPM April 22nd 2019

[Richard]

Broken Couplets

Of course they knew what was happening,
but chose to ignore it, like walking
onto a frozen lake, only the hear a crack;

land too far away, so they keep moving,
hoping to get back to the condoms
in their sock drawer,

unopened since their last anniversary.

Palinode to:

Couplets

Neither of them noticed when their conversations
became frozen puddles, stepped on occasionally,

only to crack, release water, and soak through boots,
but close enough to home for socks, still dryer warm.

Neither of them noticed the window left open,
so they could clutch even harder at fraying quilts;

cold mornings chatting in bed, naked, blankets
shared, replaced by a silence, coated in frost.