Poem: This Morning

I let you down. It was a small infringement upon our love, but one I can't forget.
This Morning There are many kinds of abuse     and I abused you this morning Letting you face the day     more tired than I,     who stayed in bed When I knew you anticipated     a tough meeting     and might have wanted support,     or at least words And I elected sleep,     or what served for sleep,     to send you off wordless	This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.