Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 On the Couch

On the couch was a sticky spot.

You told me to sit down and I

Sat down on the couch and forgot

Not a good place to sit and why.

The two of us married so long,

Never any secrets we'd keep.

But when you told me to be strong,

I felt anxiety run deep,

Afraid to ask you about this.

I'd kept still but now you told me

A threat to our wedded bliss,

A truth I hoped would never be.

On the couch that stuck to my rump,

I heard that you voted for Trump