For Dave (Jan. 1971)
Lonely’s the house when you are gone,
Whoever else is here;
Silent the rooms waiting your voice;
Long are the hours and drear.
Restless and purposeless am I
Waiting for you – I’ve grown
Dependent on you through the years
And incomplete alone.
Reluctantly, when we were wed,
My freedom I forswore,
But gratefully I now enjoy
Interdependence more.
Meg Rugg-Easey Jan. 1971