I'd
waited
for
him
to
speak
to
me
when
he
did
I'd
nothing
to
say

I
cry
when
I
hear
Oh
Darling
and
then
I
want
to
make
love
to
him

the
cat
likes
to
stare
out
the
window
we're
quite
similar
in
that
way

I
wouldn't
say
it
was
haunting
the
ghost
just
likes
to
take
her
tea
at
one

I
was
a
good
housewife
today
my
dear
she
told
him
over
the
phone

when
he's
gone
I
wear
his
shirts
but
I
don't
sleep
on
his
side
of
the
bed

she'd
run
wildly
into
the
forest
while
he
stopped
to
look
for
a
trail

I
said
look
at
the
moon!
he
didn't
I
said
look
at
the
MOON!!
he
said
oh

I
snuggled
up
pillows
behind
me
blanket
on
top
book
in
my
hand

he
swore
he
didn't
have
a
gun
but
indeed
in
fact
he
did
have
one

maybe
he
hadn't
seen
me
or
maybe
he'd
just
averted
his
eyes

I
want
to
read
my
book
Life
Among
the
Savages
but
I'm
living
it

I
was
half
asleep
when
he
kissed
me
with
his
mustache
I
woke
in
dreams

I
hadn't
any
pencil
or
pen
so
I
wrote
the
poem
in
crayon

it's
always
just
before
dusk
when
I
ache
the
most
the
land
hot
and
bright

oh
dearest
in
heaven
the
way
he
touched
me
his
flat
palms
on
my
breasts

she
slept
on
my
chest
and
I
thought
as
I
smelled
her
hair
I'll
forget
this

once
upon
a
time
there
was
a
mother
and
her
two
young
daughters

we
kept
time
with
the
train
not
a
race
like
old
friends
on
a
journey

the
bell
rang
all
at
once
the
tossed
ball
was
left
the
playground
was
sullen