The days I survive It's the nights I dread When faced with the emptiness of our bed The day I spend madly running to and fro coming home only once I've exhausted every other place to go Under the guise of being busy Under the prayer, I'll quickly sleep Stretched out in a space unnaturally wide I can't enjoy it you're not by my side You're out on the road and not just for a small while I'm faced with the reality of not seeing your smile For each eternity I lay awake gets closer to the tears I'll shed Yes, while your voice on the phone makes the moment feel alright once we hang up, it's just me Just the emptiness, just the night The days I survive It's the nights I dread When faced with the emptiness of our bed
National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 7 finds me pondering the lamentations of a long-distance truck driver’s spouse in free verse.
