I Just Stood There Wishing

You looked like you were sleeping. I wanted to lay down next to you and put my arms around you. I wanted you to stand up and ask me what I was staring at. I wanted you to come home and ask where all your things had gotten to, and who on earth had vacuumed, to say that you liked your dust just where it was, thank you very much, and why would anyone throw away a perfectly good colander? I wanted to hear you cuss like you used to, tell me to butt out, light a cigarette and tell me you were gonna quit those d*mn things soon. I wanted to go home and sign into iChat and see you online, have a long conversation over webcam even though we live in the same city. Maybe we would fight about something stupid, or laugh about something stupid, or wax poetic for a second, because sometimes you did that, too.