I wanted to write a second part...kind of like the husband's response (realistically...not all realization and apology) but this one came out. Enjoy!

You always want to talk
just when you see me pick up my pen.
And you linger behind me in pace
like a jailed cat waiting to swipe paws out
to catch some inkling of what I am doing
and I'm always impatient because you can't admit your curiosity.
Perhaps you know I'm thinking then
and you'd chance upon some spotlight
that would shine on the single aspects of me
that you seem to miss.
I never could be patient when you stood just on the outskirts of me
while I had my hand extended to allow you your rightful passage
and now as you shuffle your too late feet in my doorway
I'm not sure the opening is as big as it used to be.
The welcome sign lights faded a long time ago
so I turned them off to save energy
because I gave up hope that you would return
to the same rooms you said you wanted to spend our forever in.
My voice, once strong and hopeful,
has also faded.
For no one was there in those rooms to help me talk
and ponder and redecorate them with growth
because you seemed to have forgotten
that there were no doorknobs
on the doors that you had the right to push
so that they could swing open in welcome
when questions and thoughts and musing arose
from the daily life we tried to live.
Now you pace behind me like a jailed cat
as I try to pick up my weapon of song beneath your exasperating watch.
perhaps like a cat anticipating
the freedom of jailed prey.
Would you catch me in hunger then
or would you simply spit me out?
I believe the latter
but then my hope has wavered
since my side no longer knows your true company.
How else would a woman with weakened love behave?
When will you, without fail, take courage
and understand that it is you
who has hidden me beneath this grave of words?
When will you see that the darkness you put my openess in
has caused me to forget how to see
how to love
how to even breathe in any kind of hope?
When, Good Man, will you admit your part
without needing to point out mine
(which I have already realized)?
Just some thoughts to ponder
Growing in Regret
Your Wife.

For all who watch.Dare you say hello? Come in and ask the questions that are on your mind, but spare me your judgement until you truly sipped of me.

To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world.