sometimes now we sleep
apart in separate rooms
we never did that before
it’s not for lack of love
or stony anger that chills
the sheets, the bed too cold
for two
it’s because I snore, you say
or keep the light on for one
last chapter while you sniff
and sigh into restless slumber
or that you need more room
to release remnant echoes
of the day
the truth is, I think, that we
prepare this way for silence
solo, dark-winged flight
in the light, fire
and madness of dreams
and the somnolent
seascape of death
James K. Zimmerman is an award-winning writer and frequent Pushcart Prize nominee. His work appears or is forthcoming in Carolina Quarterly, Chautauqua, Lumina, Nimrod, Pleiades, Rattle, Reed, and elsewhere. He is author of Little Miracles (Passager Books, 2015) and Family Cookout (Comstock, 2016), winner of the Jessie Bryce Niles Award. He can be contacted through his website, https://jameskzimmerman.net.