curtains closed, I sit in darkness
as I wait for you
if you don't return,
I will have spoken to no one all day
full of graceful accomplishments,
my river still runs dry
with the thought of sleeping alone
and waking with surprise
at the empty sheets next to me
every time, I sigh
and I hold back the urge to cry impulsively
distraught over a broken nail
as husbands die of cancer
in the hospital down the street
oh, how I'd cry then,
if it were you dying,
but you're just simply gone -
off to work, doing your duties
as I wait in the darkness,
and I think of you
please don't stay at your mother's tonight
I promise,
your little brother will be just fine
