For the first time in my life
I’m learning how to be alone.
But I realize this is how these things go.
You work almost as many hours in a day
As I spend awake.
So I tell myself your place in our bed
Has not been left
But it still feels cold
On the nights youre late coming home.
You feel in order to properly provide
You have more to prove and abide.
Your offered condolences like “if it were up to me..”
Don’t add up to the overtime that isn’t mandatory.
But look, it’s just as you say,
here I am.