Adults

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. 

Always ungrateful 

Never understanding.