Still Afloat and moving Forward

[BeingMe]

Just keeping my thread near the top, just in case anyone wants to posit anything about my sitch. Not that there's much happening. H's out east, far away ... as usual. And, I write poetry for my course, drawing on life as an almost separated wife.

Here's one that my class liked. Apologies if I posted it on my old thread. (Also, none of the features on the bar above work, so I couldn't do any italics and bold text.)

Love doesn't live here anymore

Love doesn't live here anymore.
it snuck out the back door,
while I wasn't looking.
cold indifference took its place,
while he crouches over his laptop,
like a crow over a scrap in the road.

“It puts food on the table,” he said.
I didn't know that that was all it did,
put food on the table, while love
moved out, and life was dulled
by constant business trips,
each lasting longer and longer.

I can no longer eat that food on the table.
It has grown cold, and rancid
and bitter to the taste,
each morsel a gag response.
tired of living in nauseating fear.
I've got to get the freak out of here.