Painted Black Poem by T B

I'm all alone
In an empty house
The kids are gone
I don't love my spouse
I don't want to talk
There are no words
A conversation with him
Almost seems absurd
I have a lot of work
To be done in these days
But that's nothing to him
Because nothing pays
We walk down the halls
Each on our side
Sometimes I just wish
There was someplace to hide
To him I mean nothing
And I guess that's all fine
What's his is his
And what's mine is mine
We can be like this now
Til the children get back
By when they return
It's all painted black