my life without you
is an endless wait in a medical office waiting room --
sterile, ornateless --
not lonely exactly, but filled
with crying children and miserable adults.
A room without a doctor,
a prescription,
or even a diagnosis,
just hour upon hour
of emptiness without end.
There is no solution for this kind of wait;
no absolution.
A ticking clock on the wall,
a spotless floor, a large window.
I'm attempting to settle
into this new reality
like a home.
