Fear of Reaching Out

We had a bedtime tiff again

A loss of the usually known,

There was no energy left to cope,

Not able to process and forgive.

So as I turned off the light,

And turned on the quiet tears,

I hoped he would not notice,

But missed his caring comfort.

I could not reach out as usual

To hold his hand, "Good night."

So afraid that he had also forgotten

How to nightly reach out to me.