Watch the countdown click down another day.
Midnight never felt this lonely.
But less lonely than 7 pm:
Dinner on the couch alone,
Crumbs down your shirt
Because no one is there to notice.
A dull drone of the TV to keep you sane.
8 pm is happy.
Your phone fills with that familiar brightness
That reminds you you're loved.
And the loneliness of 7 fades away
Until 10.
When your hair is wet from a shower
And your pajamas are soft against your skin.
And you crawl into bed,
Thinking it will feel just as soothing and warm.
But it doesn't without him.
YOU ARE READING
Life Through Poetry
PoetryCollection of poems I've written. It has basically turned into my diary.
