I am leaving myself for a younger woman.
She has nothing to prove
and her whole life in front of her.
Room to make mistakes, no rush
to figure things out. No one is asking
where she last saw their button-down or
what’s for dinner. She has no need
for serums because she sleeps.
Oh, how she sleeps
and still remembers her dreams
which she will tell you about over coffee
with her eyes already bright. I am so tired
of being the tired wife. I am going to take
myself out, woo her so she’ll come home
with me and when she does, leave
our clothes on the floor and the dishes
in the sink. This is none of my business.
Tonight, I have all the time in the world.
