Yesterday she woke up
Mid-morning
To have a conversation
With the man in her life
To get answers
To why
He seemed unhappy
About her being his wife
It didn’t go well
If he had been a violent man
There would be parts of her
That would be swell-ed
And it wasn’t the fear of pain
That made her end the conversation quickly
It was the fear that
She would have no one to tell
Not even her friend
Today she laid down beside him
Uneasy
Thinking that this marriage
Hasn’t gone well
And deep down she wanted
For things to get better
But it was a hard sale
To hang on for more lines
Of what had turned into
A hard tale
The honeymoon had been a honeymoon
A precursor to storm
Gone was his charm
Gone was his arm
Connected to hands that
Would caress her curves
Rattle her nerves
Then calm her down
Hold her
Keep her warm
She knew there had been love
Not like the other
It had been love of a different nature
And after the wedding night
She would’ve wagered
Even with her doubts and misgivings
It was greater
But the only consistent
Is that her friend
Had remained her friend
Even a year later
And she was stuck wondering
Why
Did the man beside her seem to hate her
A couple nights ago
She had said it was the last time
But she knew she would have to
Call her friend later