, Come Home Soon… Poem by Louise Tredoux

It is quiet without your voice
I miss the noise when you yell
for something I might have lost
I miss your eyes looking at me
accusingly when I fib about not
doing the laundry

I miss your reaction to my excuses
for dinner being late yet again, the
way you laugh when you discover
my weakness for sentimental stories
the way you forgive me for losing
track of time

When interested in something else,
not focusing on daily chores, the
way you pull me into your world
and sweep me off my feet –
come home soon…