He’s not here.
The car pulls up and that’s the first thing I notice; the absence of him. No lights, no sign of life.
Inside it’s as expected; the kettle isn’t boiled and there is no friendly hug to greet me to and no him to tell me of today’s ailments. I miss his complaints and worries. I miss his amazing smile, full of light and joy.
The evening has been spent with colleagues, talking work and life and other things and I relish the chance to talk about him, about us.
I wonder how many people feel the same.
3 comments:
A brilliant capture of that moment, the discovery of unforseen lonliness. I despise coming home to a cold dark house.
This was beautiful, and I get it.
Relationships......
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