ME AND YOU! 

ENLIGHTEN ME! 

Poem - September 4, 2014

SUBURBAN WIFE'S SONG 

When you are gone, I lie upon your bed

And you are there, dark as the light of stars,

Closer than measurements of heart, and loud

With the silences of all our daily years;

And then the door key, lights in the living room,
The slamming wood, the briefcase on the floor,

The way you say, "Where's everyone? I'm home" -

And do not know how far you are.

© Robert Hutchinson,

pp. 690-691 in

The New Yorker 

Book of Poems, 1974

Painting: Room 
in New York, 1932
 by Edward Hopper