I overhear women
on the phone,
with their husbands,
breath pushed out, eyes
r o l l i n g ,
Catching mine, looking for camaraderie, sisterhood.
They won’t find sympathy in me.
What I wouldn’t give for one more phone call,
seeing that sweet, dimpled face fill my phone’s screen,
Hearing the voice of my husband my
my bumble bee
booming and deep into my ear
What I wouldn’t give to hear you say
I love you