I sit at the desk and wonder
when was the last time
I sat here and
you were waiting in the other room.
The days have grown longer,
hours seem to never pass,
and I haven't moved since you have been gone.
I am staring out the same window,
looking over the quiet rural countryside.
What used to look so peaceful and wonderous,
is now lonely.
I am listening to the sounds of the house,
the ticking of a distant clock,
the dripping of the faucet you never got around to fixing,
and missing the sounds of the sports channel.
I am feeling the warmth of this house
we bought together,
with our last dollar and our good credit,
and tonight it feels so cold.
You were in my life,
and times were great,
conversations were full and laughter was loud,
but now there is silence.
There is a feeling,
that is often said in cliche,
but is true every time I utter;
"Honey, I am missing you."
