The morning greets a dirty floor
just as it did the days before.
The fridge can be my midnight snack
without her hand to hold me back.
My reign spans over everything,
except the one who left her king.
This giant bed is now so cold.
It's not as if she had grown old;
her youthful heart gave her flight
as she left me that acrid night.
These hallowed halls,
now hollow halls.
No joy at all
since our children's fall.