#femhusband
All my cups are put away,
all finished for the day.
I sit here quietly on my own
with nothing much to say.
Well no, ok that's not entirely true,
things would be different
sat here with you.
Remember how we'd dance to ads,
the ditties on TV.
We'd nod our heads,
a couple of berks.
Yeah, didn't we have some quirks.
These things I need to find again,
but can't envisage when.
I sit here and I wonder,
"Will I ever find you again"
Poetry by Kaydee.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC