Bipolar’s Wife
Tonight, I go to bed, another day gone
When I wake next to my husband,
When his eyes open, will he be there?
Awake and vigilant or a spirit downtrodden
His posture straight or his gait lumbering
My eyes strain from watchful wait
His choice of words will bring the tiding
I’ll be ever watchful in my surfing
Plunging breakers or soft spillers
Sunny day brings me hope
Dreary day is a fence-walk
Losses and gains, flowering or cowering
Sunshine with a chance of fog or rain
Two selves, doubling songs and sorrows
Twice the giggles or the gut-wrenching sobs
Breakfast in bed, or a total abandonment
Bottomless hope and merciless fright
My bright tenor, poor husband
One day in tune, the following, out
Play the waltz, I’ll dance tonight
If you lead me
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