Apr 23, 2015
9 months waiting.
and i still have Ben’s shirt dangling on my chair because i’m still waiting for him to run in here and put it on because he’s late for work.
and i have his boxers folded neatly on top of my messy bed in case he would want to take a shower.
but the truth is. he’s never been here. he left a couple of months ago.
maybe he felt safer behind bars
than he did with me or himself.
i’ll know in nine months.
in nine months i’ll know.
until then i’ll replay his voicemails until i know them all by heart and lay in bed waiting for my boy to come Home.