It has been a week now

Since I saw your face

I walk by your room 

Sadness overwhelms my body

I don’t want to open your door

Because I know you won’t be there

Sleeping in the house alone is different

The loneliness sets in when the clock strikes 10

And you’re not home

The dryer still full of your clothes

You shouldn’t be gone

I walk past the dishes in the sink that you used

Drinks in the living room 

That you drank out of days before

Your leftovers still in the fridge

I don’t want to move them

I walk outside and your parking spot is vacant

Everything reminds me of you

I guess there I one positive thing that comes from all of this….

You’ll be home next week