They say you never miss something until it’s gone.
In our case you’ve e been gone a long time.
Too long for me to continue to miss.
Physically you are here, but mentally you’re two blocks over.
Happily engaged with a one night stand that became a newfound fixture in your life.
A simplicity you decided could no longer be found at the home we built.
The home whose foundation wasn’t as solid as you promised.
So now the home is shifted, stairs tattered, and paint chipped from the years of being unhappy and neglected.
Years of thoughtless coming and going for the sake of a marriage that just wasn’t it anymore.
Until you finally come home to the eerie silence and cold stove.
Finally taking notice of the batter house that you used to call a home.
A house that is now empty as you call out my name only to be met once again with silence.
A silence that wouldn’t have greeted you if you had only made it home 5 minutes sooner to see me walking out the door with my suitcase in hand.
The tears running down my face as I mourned the death of the old me that loved you.
The man I thought I’d spend forever with.
The man that now sits at the dinner table thinking about all he will now miss.
All that he can’t get from two blocks over.
The unconditional love that he had, but now it’s gone.