Poem: This Morning

I let you down. It was a small infringement upon our love, but one I can’t forget.

This Morning

There are many kinds of abuse
and I abused you this morning
Letting you face the day
more tired than I,
who stayed in bed
When I knew you anticipated
a tough meeting
and might have wanted support,
or at least words
And I elected sleep,
or what served for sleep,
to send you off wordless