the pull out bed

there was the night
you spent
on the pull out bed,
which during
the day
doubled as a couch.
bars and springs
at your back like a medieval
torture device.
no angle, no position
brought you
relief.
you slept no hours,
no minutes.
you could hear the soft
snore
of her
coming from the other
room.
her in her bed,
her queen sized bed.
her pillows,
her water.
her dog curled at her
feet.
it wasn't the only reason
you stopped seeing her,
but was on
the list.