Day 12,775

by forgingpaths

There is a hole of warmth
Left in the bed by you
My arms are only met by
The Emptiness

The tv is on downstairs
And the children are eating cereal
I know I must rise and face my day of
The Emptiness

Dishes to be washed
Faces to be cleaned
Floors to be swept
Laundry to be folded
Garbage to be taken
Bills to be paid
Work to be done
Into the Emptiness

5 Comments to “Day 12,775”

  1. Oh I can feel this one–well done, and sad.

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