Here we sit in deafening silence.
We pretend its easy... this sitting
and staring as we both pretend to read something,
our eyes never moving past the first sentence...
this pretending to watch TV, when we have
no clue what we're even watching. Every so often, one
of us will break the silence with a sigh or a question,
hoping for a response...but there is nothing.
I wander into the kitchen and open the refrigerator,
looking for something to feed my empty soul.
I then remember the weight I have lost and have
no desire to gain back. We could always go to bed
and do what we do best. We've always been good at that.
Sometimes afterwards, we even talk to each other.
I wander back into the place where you are, stretched
out on the sofa. Your eyes are closed and you are
softly snoring. Tears come into my eyes, for you look
so peaceful...the same way you looked when we first met.
Now life has eaten away at you. And our love
is hanging by a thread. I slowly walk into our room. I
pull back the covers on the bed, and crawl in. Its empty
and still. It feels like a tomb. I need you.


Comments: 20
Thanks for sharing this.
All of us ... step by step, have felt freer and freer to be transparent before each other. I have tears on my face, as I know many have as they read this sweet, sad tale of a few hours in your life. Because so many of us have gone through it. Love ... covered up by too much ?????. God, how do we get it back?
I remember, not long before my spouse left me; I was at the kitchen sink working as he came in the back door from work. "Hi." "Hey." As he walked past me I could feel the skin across my back almost prickle ... wanting so badly for him to reach out and touch me. But he didn't. So I fixed dinner.
Thanks Cheryl ... it really gives me lots to think about. What can I say to young married couples? "Lord, teach us what to say."
What do we do? It isn't what we planned.