I've waited like a patient housewife, waiting for her husband to get home.
Dining table set, dress ironed, hair pressed—- standing stiffly by the door.
A doll.
For hours I've waited.
Your cold shoulder only made me more desperate for your warmth.
My beaming, phony, suburban smile is fading.
YOU ARE READING
a patient housewife
RomanceA collection of thoughts from a recent heartbreak. It's short but I hope you can relate in some way. Let me know what you think <3