It’s lonely around here
When you’re gone
The house is too quiet
The fish tank too loud

Counter tops are too clean
Bar stools too barren
Without your stuff
Piled on top of them

Only half of our bed is made
Yours
And your toothbrush is missing
Leaving the other three sad and unbalanced
As they lean forlornly near each other
Inside the toothbrush stand

Wind
Blow my love home
Clouds
Keep the snow at bay
Until he arrives safely
At our door

©2014 Jill Baker