Dusty Floors

I have waited in this house for years.
I have watched as a thick coat of dust settled upon
All of our belongings.
Our pictures,
Our furniture,
Our memories.
I've tried calling so many times,
But you never answer.
Have you gotten so caught up out there,
That you've forgotten about me?
I scrub at these floors, until my hands are cracked,
Until my nail beds bleed,
Until my knees are raw,
Why don't you help me wash the floors?
Why did you stop watering the lawn?
Why did you stop coming home at night?
I am tired of black mirrors,
Empty beds,
And an emptier heart.
Where have the golden smiles gone?
The diamond lips?
You promised the world on a silver platter,
Alongside rose petal kisses,
And fiery everlasting love.
But you have delivered a dingy white veil,
Haphazardly placed over me,
So I'm only half blinded.
Surely, you didn't think I couldn't see?
You did not expect even a wink?
I watched as you stole items from our very house, your very house.
Watched as you siphoned my soul from my body,
Ounce by ounce.
Watched as you drained the blood from my veins,
Watched as you left one last time, promising to see me soon.
You didn't even bother to lock the door.
And here I am,
On my last leg,
Scrubbing these dusty floors,
Waiting patiently,
Naively,
Hoping the next time I turn my head,
You'll be beside me,
Scrubbing these dusty floors.