Oven Ready

In Your absence I grow stronger.
I hear the words falling around me.
Nothing seems to touch me,
I touch them.
Beneath me their words crumble.
Like cake, yes... maybe.
But, so what if I have had my cake and eaten yours?
Food is my fault.
The rest is theirs.
Didn't you tell me once how "they" are "everywhere."
You are not here.
I stretch out on our king size bed.
I make my mornings without you.
I fold my afternoons into halves,
quarters and then minutes.
It's fifteen minutes to bedtime and I'm embaressed when I notice I'm counting down.
But also counting to you.
My love for you is even in your absence.
In the messages we do not send.
In the way I am better because you have held me.
And loved me,
even for nights spent away from you.