She slips into bed careful not to touch
the question mark lying just beyond
the barricade of blanket between them.
"How dare he fall asleep so soon?"
she thinks, her eyes still moist.
"As if my opinions are irrelevant."
"You don't understand about war," he had said.
"About peace, I do," she had fired back.
"Women are too . . ." His sermon followed.
She lies quietly, staring out into the night,
watching platoons of stars steadily
disappearing across the sky.
At twilight she notices a shooting star
escaping from formation, and soon more
follow until the sky seems to touch the earth.