In the hush I hear you;
faint footsteps along the corridor:
refrigerator opening
in the dead of night.
In the hush
I hear milk pour
and I wait;
my face to the wall;
my mind there too.
Double Doubts
and Triple Hurts
align the staircase
and I hear them
treading up.
Where were you?
I feign sleep
to the 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.
Lonnie Hicks
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breaking-dawn-3/
