He Brings Me Tea

Twilight;
chores done, we take positions
already yawning, nothing left to say
cluttered mind, inchoate feelings,
everything’s a haze of gray.

My belly churns in lonely fury.

thinking how I’ll leave him
but,
comes the dawn, he brings me tea.

Dusk;
already slack and slurring
mouth drooping,
eyes too tired to see
his head is stupefied with slumber.
I sit and watch TV.
My belly churns in lonely fury,
thinking how I’ll leave him
but,
comes the dawn, he brings me tea.

Evening;
eyes shielded and unopened,
no book nor paper block his way,
doesn’t know or care what happens,
shows no interest in my day.
My belly churns in lonely fury,
thinking how I’ll leave him
but,
comes the dawn, he brings me tea.

“What’s that?” he jerks at program changes
“I’m not sleeping” when he sees my look,
sinks back to blessed slumber,
I seek solace in my book.
My belly churns with lonely fury,
thinking how I’ll leave him
But,
comes the dawn, he brings me tea.

Night;
silent evening’s ended,
Puppy wags beside the door,
off the lights and leave him snoring,
to my bed, alone once more.
My belly churns with lonely fury,
Thinking how I’ll leave him
But,
comes the dawn, he brings me tea.