By John Lee (http://www.flyingboy.com/poetry.html)
Date: 13 June 1998
NOISY SILENCE
There is a kind of noisy silence
some marriages make. Husbands
become devoted to it, and it makes
vows squeak like a rusty
front porch swing. A woman
lies next to a quiet man
for twenty or thirty years
alone in the dark. His breathing
turns her body into stone. She
seldom sleeps. She stares
at the ceiling and remembers how
she married young, and "for love."
Now she just waits for morning.
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