In the hush I hear you; <br /> <br />faint footsteps along the corridor: <br /> <br />refrigerator opening <br />in the dead of night. <br /> <br />In the hush <br />I hear milk pour <br />and I wait; <br />my face to the wall; <br />my mind there too. <br /> <br />Double Doubts <br />and Triple Hurts <br />align the staircase <br />and I hear them <br />treading up. <br /> <br />Where were you? <br /> <br />I feign sleep <br />to the running water <br />and the sound of clothes rustling <br />in the quiet dark. <br /> <br />I am still; <br />the stillness <br />of time frozen. <br /> <br />Your weight hits the bed <br />and sinks. <br /> <br />'I got the job, worked tonight. <br />Sorry didn't call. <br />It's not much <br />but it's better than no job at all.' <br /> <br />Outside dawn was breaking.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breaking-dawn-3/
