The Guest

Like a guest, you stay at home rarely,

I tell you to leave some time for me,

But you make excuses daily.

“My job, My job, My job!”

The same song everyday,

I miss you, you idiot, understand me!

I’m your wife with the same needs as you,

With a job and more responsibilities than you,

My life is devoid of the man I love,

Is this marriage? Is this love?

 

One word prompt: Guest

 

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