In the hush I hear you;
faint footsteps downstairs:
refrigerator opening
in the dead of night.
hushed
milk pouring
and I wait;
face to the wall;
mind too.
Double Doubts
and Triple Hurts
align the staircase
and I hear them
treading up.
Where were you?
I feign sleep
hearing running water
and the sound of clothes rustling
in the quiet dark.
I am still;
the stillness
of time frozen.
Your weight hits the bed
and sinks.
'I got the job, worked tonight.
Sorry didn't call.
It's not much
but it's better than no job at all.'
Outside dawn was breaking.
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