silence

She woke up alone and uncomfortable, again.  

The dark of a day before it begins shining through her window.  

Sleep is often escaping these days.  

Her belly and the baby inside it make difficult to roll over and get up.  

Yet, 
she rises, 
slowly, 
to her feet.  

Down the stairs and out of the door she sees him.  

The same wrought iron chair she has found him in many pre-dawns before.  

This time, like most times, she just watches, feeling the familiar sinking of sadness. 

The weight of unasked and unanswered questions heavy inside her.  

Uncomfortable and alone she climbs the stairs, returning to the covers that warm her and the silence she's grown accustomed to.  

Even with the fullness of life inside her, she has never felt so alone.