poetry thursday....

veering away from the prompt
with my husband in mind.

on saturdays
when you are not here
i become uncertain
of where i am
i become a man
without a plan
unmoored
and drifting around a
cluttered house
determined and
then listless-
no plan in hand
to do lists all jumbled up
in my lost
and lonely
head.
no action to be followed
no organization to be lead.
just waiting for you
to come
home
again.