And I sat.
In his bed without a person to share it with.
I filled his room and saw it in a new silence.
It isn't as romantic if he's not here.
So I sat.
In his bed waiting for the door to open and he walk in glad I'm waiting for him in this peach gown and yellow socks
Hair still curled lips still purple
Laying just waiting
Sitting in a silence that's unfamiliar and doesn't feel like home.
My belly hungry for him to feed me
I'm a bad wife
I don't cook or clean
But I have the sitting pretty and just waiting down to a t.