The silence is deafening

gone is your music and blaring TV

No more pounding your thighs to the beat in sync with the car radio

Acrid coffee brewing gone

Car puttering in the driveway gone

Snoring on the sofa as the TV drones

Opening those too tight jars for me

Slicing and dicing as sous chef to my cheffing

Shuffling gait as you swagger by my side cloaking my shoulders

Hearing your smoky voice whisper ‘Babe’

Letting the microwave beep till I thought it would yell ‘I’m done’

Doing your goofy beaver dance as you sparkle

Trashing the living room as you marathon pack for treasured scuba trips

Turning off lights like crazy leaving me to trip in the dark

Which is what I am doing now without you.