5:00 pm…      ...and I want you.
Listening to the chatter that fills the room,
until it all becomes a buzz,
in the back of my mind,
pulling images of you,
closer to heart,
as I wait,
for you to come home.

9:30 pm…     ...and I hate you.
It began slowly at first,
with only the clothes that were thrown out of drawers,
making each word out of my mouth,
more pronounced.
The clock now reads 9:45,
and still I wait,
for you to come home.

11:00 pm…     ...and I miss you.
Laying in bed,
next to your empty pillow,
a single tear rolling down my cheek,
with the coldness of leaving your arms,
circling my mind,
and yet,
still I wait,
for you to come home.

3:00 am…     ...and I do not need you.
A tear-stained face,
an anger buried deep,
and all the wishful thinking in the world,
no longer makes me feel,
like I must wait,
for you to come home.