You never came home last night

By Sarah O’Brien

No floorboards creak or locks turn in the door,

No heart too heavy, no soul too bare

The stench of the morning

Your poison brews

On a lonesome counter

Waiting for you

You never came home last night

My cross to bear

But morning comes knocking

knowing you’re not there

Because the Sun doesn’t know not to rise

The day can’t stop

The clocks won’t rewind

You never came home last night

Afternoon tea waits by the door

Paper by your chair

Heart breaks a little more

But by Evening time

A shadow falls

The days growing longer

nights dim

You never came home last night

I thought I heard him say

Lost in his thoughts

from the bed where he lay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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