Splashing in the bathroom
awakens her
to a sorrowful knowing.
Her eyes are closed against it.
His baggage rustles.
“Come kiss me good-bye,” she says
blinking blurrily.
Compliant,
he leans and offers
a perfunctory pucker
upon her sour morning lips.
“I’ll call you tomorrow
to tell you whether I’m coming home,”
he says.
“Call me today
to tell me you’ve arrived.”
“I can do that,” he agrees
moving down the hallway.
Eyes clamped closed again,
she hears the firm crunch of
doors and humming rumble of the engine.
As the car leaves,
she leans into her pillow,
wondering at the words,
he didn’t say.
Shawn L. Bird 
I wonder whether she thinks about the words she didn’t say either like I’ll miss you? Beautifully written as always Shawn and unfortunately all too accurate sometimes.
lol She is apparently narcissistic! Good point!
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Words are simply captivating.
Thanks
powerful poem. painful words. beautiful imagery
Thank you.
Beautiful. I can really hear the sounds in this, see it perfectly. You’re such a good writer.
Thank you. 🙂
hmmn…a very different silence here. Silence isn’t always easy to discern is it?
Indeed!