I come home, the house dark and still.

I eat my dinner and watch the news, wishing to discuss this crazy world.

I read in bed, my cold feet wanting the warmth of yours.

I turn out the light and say goodnight to you aloud, missing your endearments.

I lay on my side of the bed, wanting the comforting pressure of your back against mine.

I wake from a dream, in tears, calling out your name.

Wish you were here.*

*Based on the title of the book by Stewart O’Nan

Eve Remillard

6/22/19