I wait--
the sun rises. He'll
come home, always does.

I watch,
the shadows shorten.
Gusts of wind blow
storm clouds closer.

Only

shadows now. Thunder rumbles.
I stare
past the rain, focused
on the vacan road.

Emptiness envelopes
the house
And I am

alone.

Swallowed by
the silence.
I want to believe

he is stranded, lost
in the darkness, blinded
trying to return. But,

I am lying to myself--
my beloved is gone.