"Honey, I'm home"
A smile spread across
His face
Watching over my shoulder
While I cook
His arms around my waist
The shine in his eyes
When I told him
We were having a baby
He wanted a boy
The joy in his smile
When I hand him
Our daughter
His expression melting
My heart
Then refilling the void
The way he stared at me
When I got all done up
Telling me I looked beautiful
Over and over
Me telling him to shut up
His snoring at night
Losing our second child
Him telling me it would
Be alright
His strong arms
Holding me together
Somehow making the world
Safe
In my mind this would
Always be forever
I woke up and called out
For him
Touching the bed
Where he used to lie
Part of me left with him
The day my husband died
My eyes are so dehydrated
I can't even cry
And every day when
He'd normally walk in
And tell me he'd made it
That I'd never be alone
I'd imagine him
Bursting through
And saying
"Honey, I'm never coming home"
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Lost Words
Random"If you don't say what you feel, you'll forget how to feel." A book of poems. All of which are mine.
