this dead feeling
inside
although the holding pattern
has long since
been denied.
I keep looking out
this window
at the traffic go by
and my heart is too saturated
with tears
to cry.
My sunny day just turned grey
and it slayed me
once more.
So what is keeping me back
from walking out
that door?
If I board a bus
just where
can I go?
My mind is thinking fast
but my actions
are slow.
I still need to iron his shirts
and cook
his meal.
It's best not to think,
debate
or feel.
He'll be home very soon
and only God knows
why
I stand here
crying
with a black eye.
My sunny day just turned grey
and it slays me
once more.
So what is keeping me back
from walking out
that door?
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