I peg washing on the line
No boxers flaunt themselves between fluttering lace undies.
I roll around your side of the bed just
To make wrinkles matching mine.
Pristine smooth linen shouts out your absence.
The floor on your side of the bed lacks its mat of newspapers and
That blown bulb leaves the corner of the room in shadow.
I even watch an NRL game, just for the familiar sound you understand,
But your fist pump “YES!” as your team scores is deafening in its absence
I draw the line at kick-boxing.
The blood, you know.
I never can stay in the room while it’s on.
Shopping is quick and I carry my week’s groceries upstairs in one go.
Cooking for one holds little appeal,
perhaps it’s just apathy.
My internal calendar counts down the days, day after day after day.
Who knew a week could last a month?
Nights though—an old clock ticks the million seconds you’re not here ,
Each tick a heart beat listening for its echo.
There’s no Aphrodisiac Like Loneliness http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWTytRwUfHg
What are the signs you’re missing someone special in your life?