The Remains of the Day

an empty cup
lies in the nook,
a pair of shorts
hang on the hook,
the perfume you wear
lingers in the air,
our baby asleep
without a care;
when you are gone,
and I remain,
my body taut, with a
a stinging pain;
questions and fears,
loneliness that sears,
tears and laughter,
banter and chatter;
celebrating each moment,
while in the pain,
is a heart that's learning
to sing in the rain.