My Second-Best Bed

My Darling,

You deserve the best I know,

But since I’m no longer sure 

Of your feelings for me, 

I leave,

 hereby, 

my second-best bed

For thee…

A bed where I lie

Dead now…

Uncomfortable as hell,

With bed sores

The feelings and memories

This wooden structure holds,

I hope they pass on to you

Untold…

The lonely nights 

When I waited in vain,

The discomfort of bed bugs,

The backbone strains..

It’s all in here

In this bed centuries old,

It’s where we first made love

It’s where I died alone…

The best bed of course

holds memories serene

The birth of my lil ones,

the maternal scenes

Your touch will spoil that-

that purity of love.

You deserve the second-best bed,

The one with giant bugs.

Darling, I hope that

When you lie in that bed,

And close your eyes,

And look for some rest…

I hope you also feel 

Even if only for a moment of time

What it feels like to be termed the “second-best”

Almost all of your life…