Naked Part -Part 2
Some nights I wake up knowing  he is across the world in another woman’s arms
- the years have spread us like dandelion seeds
- sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other.

He drinks from the pitcher on the night stand, checks the digital clock,
it is 5am - he tosses in sheets and tries to settle,
I wait for him to sleep.

Before tucking myself into elbows and knees reach for things I have long since given up.