Come Home

The minute you left
These walls felt too close.
Even the pictures felt wrong.
I listen for your car door,
your keys,
your feet on the mat.
Knowing that I’ll never hear them
Makes this emptiness even bigger.
I’m weak with wanting
To reach you. Tell you. Show you.
I’ve called for you everywhere
Knowing you are already
Too far to hear me.
We are already worlds apart.
I pace the floor,
Hoping that every approaching car
Is yours, coming to take me
In your arms and tell me that you’ve
Come home to me and
Let’s make some coffee and
Laugh at the world that’s full of people
Who will never be as lucky as we are.