I wake and the world tilts
I look at the time and I wilt
I should have been at work an hour ago
Anger rising, poisonous and soured so
They were supposed to wake me
My personal person alarm to shake me
I yell their name
Tempest tirade I tame
The retort is ringing silence
I resort to stinging violence
My hands to fists
I stand and resist
To punch the wall
And as I stand I stall.
I call their name again
As uncomfortable as this poem without rhyme
So is the quiet omen that’s plaguing my mind
What happened last night?
I think we might have had a fight
But the mental fog fights insight
I try to bring light with all my might
But I’m blank.
Blank. Blank. To be frank
I’m getting angry once more
I bet they went to the store
They know better to leave home
Because I won’t wake on my own
I grab my phone and call
There’s no text, message, I.M. or call at all.
I get dressed and ready for work
I could call in, but my boss would go berserk
As I dress I’m addressed with a question
Where are their clothes that were left in
The closet that saw fit
To fit the little bit
She had. Now gone
I look. Suitcase is gone
Money stash, gone
Gone. All gone. Gone away. Gone wrong
Gone awry. She’s been gone too long.
I go to work. I come home.
Work some more. Still I’m home alone
The truth is evident
I guess what they said was relevant.
The liquor doesn’t sting the way
It stings that they didn’t stay.
I should have listened
I should have enlisted
In their campaign
That I thought a pain, to complain
But now I see plain I should have abstained
My heart forever stained and pained