by Bob retired
With my better half in hospital a long way away the emptiness of the house shouts at me.
The dog’s gone quiet since you’ve been gone,
but he trusts me to just carry on.
The cats prowl around doing their thing,
And I sit and wait for the phone to ring.
It’s been quite a while since I was completely alone,
with empty rooms and a silent phone.
I miss the small sounds you make every day,
Your little cough as you type away.
The patter of feet as you walk around
although you walk lightly, make little sound.
The pitch of your voice as you answer the phone,
they’re all missing now I’m alone.
Your computer sits with the lid shut tight,
You’re not there to light up its light.
Meanwhile I fiddle to pass time away,
it seems each one is a long, long day.
Now I know what’s in store for you
There are things I think I better do
Like wash the dishes, sweep the floor,
Feed the animals just like before.
There’s the mundane things that life demands
like doing something with my hands.
Water the gardens, pull a few weeds
Take care of my own personal needs.
But, it’s not the same with you far away
and me doing little most of the day,
I wonder what trials may yet be in store
for the two of us; we don’t need any more.