When I awake every morning,
depression greets me at the door with open arms.
He’s holding my morning paper,
and fixing the coffee.
The smell fills my empty house.
I eat breakfast
I listen to the nagging and demeaning screams of people who I love,
which of course makes him smile even more.
their words tearing me up inside,
and making what little self confidence I once had diminish.
I feel like giving up, which he also enjoys.
So I get into my car alone,
with him in the passenger seat and drive.
When I return home I crawl into bed,
him by my side.