when?

curled up, longing

the hours draining away

the clock is ticking

he says he'll be home soon

but never is

and i wait, foolishly

by dark

yet the light is returning

and still no sign

wonder in my mind

not the good kind, the childish kind

but suspicious musings

wonder what he's out doing

with who? someone pretty,

someone i don't know about

perhaps he's abandoned me for someone better.

and the door opens,

light flooding into the dark corners

"Honey, I'm home!"

and all reset.

(doubts in the back of my mind.)