Afterthought

Now that we’re an afterthought
to the very children around whom orbited 
our every conversation, itself a euphemism 
 
O how like the snow newly fallen 
tenderness blankets our household
of literal holding and being held
 
O how we surrender slack 
into the soft folds 
of holding and being held.
 
I myself have taken to sleeping 
naked as a teenager 
with a new body & boyfriend.
 
Just last night didn’t you 
whisper, want
and didn’t I 
didn’t I
answer
no one but you.