Does she feel younger than me, as you're lying in your bed? Does she feel younger than me, or is that in my head? Does she feel younger than me, new and shiny? Does she feel younger than me, but most importantly? Do you call her bright eyes, too? Do you? I know she's younger than me, as I'm lying in our bed. I know she's younger than me, can't get it out of my head. I know she's younger than me, less pain to carry. I know she's younger than me, darling, tell me. Do you call her bright eyes, too? Do you? Now are you haunted by me? That age-old marital tread. What's gotten old about me? Serpent in my bed. Now is that your pain, you see? Replenished strike ahead. I don't know how to stay in me. But repetition lies ahead for you. For you. For you. For you. For you. So tell me. Will you call her bright eyes, too? *