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