I press write
peck out a few lines
with these useless nails, now three weeks overgrown
that we’ve been laughing about since the wedding
the wedding only 18 days ago
since you and me
became we
the two one flesh
and already I’m alone
and back to feeling like it was all just pretend
was it all just pretend?
18 days of marriage
and I know
and you know
that I’m just being melodramatic
(as usual)
because it’s just for a few days
not a lifetime
that you’re gone
you’ll be back Saturday night
and I’ll hold you in my arms again
and run these stupid nails
through the carpet on your chest
and smile at the contrast
of French manicure
against dark curls
kiss your lips
and purr out “handsome”
tonight though,
I press write and peck out a few lines
Then hold down the delete key
because there’s nothing to say
without you
