Lonely together

I hear your footsteps come down the hall and I know its you, but its not you.

I can hear in your lumbering gait that there is something else there, the loneliness.

You missed it. Again.

I made dinner and you fell asleep, so I ate alone.

I negotiated the toothbrushing and the pajamas and the bedtime stories, and you snored.

I guess its better than fighting, or me trying to wake ...