down to the marrow

hardly a day
passes without unburying
the bone
and chewing it
again.
she too, will find
hers
and go at it.
it's hard to leave it
alone,
under the dirt
of love,
the ground of time
and effort
to rid yourself
of resentment
and anger.
together, in separate
rooms,
in chairs
that face the window,
because outside
is the unknown, which
for the moment
seems better
than this, you both
sit
and chew, down to
the marrow.