And They Were Gone

I wonder if you wrote it first
or typed it
I wonder if you typed it
and left it up there
for me to discover it subtlety when I turned it all on
and my culled tabs popped up.

I wonder if if that was the case
how nervous you might have been
that I wouldn't find it
so you wrote it up
and then told me about it
twice.

Thank you
but it was your blog that I clicked on first
and it was that poem I went to
and now I have two
read twice
in two formats.

I heard you writing it
I woke up a little after I heard the front door slam
and I thought you were drawing something
so I tried to stay still
because it can be difficult drawing something
you thought would stay still
but changes
out of your control.

And when you stopped
and I began to wake up properly
I saw you hover in the door
uncertain
unsure
but prepared to leave
and you did.

I expected you to come back
perhaps she needed some milk
but I woke up properly
and the house was dark
and everyone was gone.

I was waiting for him to return
and I heard him
and I was awake
and I did nothing because I assumed nothing would change
and I would have time
for a goodnight kiss
and I would have time to put you to bed
and I would see you both in the morning.

But I woke up
and I walked around the silent house
and it was dark
and full of absence
and he was asleep
and you were gone
and I missed everyone.

I prepared for bed
hoping a little he would awake
but expecting nothing
and I went to the bathroom
and I had some water
and I went to bed
and I went to sleep
and I heard his voice
in my sleep
and I woke up
and he was gone.