Steam surrounds me,
Heat seeps underneath my skin.
Showering is so relaxing,
It gives me warmth within.
I slowly step out,
Greeting cool air,
I wrap in a towel
And shake dry my hair.
I walk to our room,
And open the door,
I flip on a light,
And walk to a drawer.
I take out some panties,
I pull on a shirt,
And yank on the sweatpants,
That cover the hurt.
I wish that he'd love me,
Hold me in his arms,
It was just a bad mood,
He didn't mean harm.
I wonder where he is,
I wish that he'd phone
I asked too many questions,
That's why I'm alone.
He's a good father,
And I'm a good wife,
I wish he'd return,
So I'd have back my life.
A week has now passed,
And he hasn't returned,
A void is now left,
Where passion once burned.
The kids are asking questions,
About where their daddy went,
I, too, am wondering,
Wondering where this time he's spent.
He will not come back,
This I now see,
I just failed to realize,
That he's too good for me.
Poem by Allison
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