Tonight I’ll listen.
For the familiar creak
Of old floorboards
Under returning feet.
I’ll wait to hear
That familiar sigh,
As the bedroom door
Opens wide.
For the grumbling springs
To protest at you
My aching heart
Reaching for yours too.
As my fingers stretch
Hesitantly out
Creeping towards you
Scared to make a sound.
In case you disappear.
Just drift away
As you do each morning
With the breaking of the day.
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
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This is a beautiful poem – realistic and touching. Thanks for sharing 🙂
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