Earth with a bump

Thoughts of the wife who finds herself suddenly adrift...

Emptiness

It is hard to explain Until you find yourself driving home to an empty house, No kiss to greet you on arrival, to sit you down with tea. No one to chat to while cooking dinner,

Strange Things

I am desperate for the love he cannot feel A hand on his, soft lips to the stubble along his jawbone, skin to skin... The conversations and the easy laughter of soulmates
Cherry

Random poem of abandonment

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways Well, thing is I don’t. Put your fingers and toes away and sit back down. He is eating the dinner I have cooked at the table I have cleaned.
Cherry

Knickers

Six years later After the frantic fervour of lust After the shared washing basket After the sleepless nights of newborn bliss Six years later