Poem of feminine experience



So used to your body

I roll over, reach out

and the indented sheets

startle me. I forgot,

You’ve gone again.


I vacuum our bedroom

and caught your shoe lace,

so quickly it spun and thumped

so quickly.


I put them to bed,

your babies. I kissed them,

blessed, tucked in, soothed.

The way I do.

They asked for you.


Alone and half dressed,

in our bed with

minty breath,

I wait for you to ring.

(Another poem by Mrsktc)


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