Time without You

another morning I wake up,
your not here.
Another day I walk in the door, and there is no one
to greet.
and the simplest thing, like wearing your socks,
I don't know if it helps.
or makes it all that much worse

And I wonder what it is that I am fighting with?
Will I win?
Is there even a fight to begin with?
If there is no fight, does that mean I lose?

and another night, I go to bed, alone
and aching to curl and feel you there,
wondering when your imprints on the pillow will
erase tear stains that float on the pillow cases.

When.