Saturday evening

Sitting on the edge of

Your half-made bed

You're gone

Again

Another week til you return.

I feel the shadow of

Your questing admiration

Your laugh

Away

And to these things I turn.

Your calling out for me

At night

Your energy

Your love for disappearing

Online

I am awash.

But you are gone

Just as I was gone

Those years ago

My ache

Your tears of

Confusion.

You look forward to your

Return to your mother

Our time

Paused

And my life resumes.