Draft

It’s 11 pm, Thursday night

Longed for him to stroll into our room.... Instead, not even a fight...

His footsteps approaching from front porch again.

With hopes up, oh sure, how vain, how vain.

He was walking into the kitchen just to refill glass high

The addiction, we’re broken

Only, hi and bye.

Short days without him, Lonely nights alone

while desperately, I ...

Weep in our sheets waiting for my groom

Wanting to hear about his dreams, in bloom.

My eyes shut down, from our needy kids

—->I can barely even see to write this.

The tears from my heart, desperate to be touched.

Asking our 5 year old to massage my legs,

“he’s too busy” & such.

I have slaved all day just keepin’ the littles alive.

& When he gets home, it’s dinner then a dive...

Right in, to CC & La Aroma de Cuba

Hazed, and cloudy I just feel like succuba.

I don’t know where to go.

To sleep I suppose

Maybe in my dreams...

At least, that I chose ...