She sold real estate on the coast.

Woke to macchiato mornings with

Meringue and pastries, sometimes

Fed a misty memory with a bit of toast.

Helped friends with their wallpaper,

Tapestries, art, and picked the wines

For the late night diner party host.

Never ever spoke the reasons why

She slept alone at night, with lines

From practicing poets who for the most

Part did the same, partnered people

Sleeping in separate rooms in times

And zones around the world.

© Stephen Nesbitt