You Go Away
You go away
and the clock
ticks
louder and
slower.
You go away
and I make deals
with myself: No wine
tonight. Maybe dessert
instead.
You go away
and I leave
the radio
on
just
to hear voices.
I enjoy grocery shopping
more than usual.
In fact, you might say
that I stockpile food.
You go away
and I talk with
strange men.
Women too,
in ways that
once felt familiar.
You go away
and the house
creaks
in the dark.
Sometimes the phone
rings
only there's no one
to answer
when
you go away.