that I'm not a wife.
For example, I needn't say,
Art, I'll be back at four.
Nor need I return at four.
I needn't return by five
or six or really ever now
that I'm not a wife.
I won't be talking anymore.
For example, when I wake,
I make coffee, watch the news,
dress and check the mail,
all this and more
without a single word.
And all the chores
are mine now.
That hammer on his desk?
It's mine though I could
easily miss the nail.
And if I scream
not a soul would hear
now that I'm not a wife.
Oh honey, how real and raw this is. So hard to figure out how to inhabit this new life when so much is missing. Love to you.
ReplyDeleteLeslie, a heartfelt thank you for stopping by and for your compassion and I'm sorry you know what I know.
ReplyDelete