Empty

It was such a simple, little thing he did. It would have seemed like nothing a week ago, maybe even made me giggle. But as he was leaving the house today, he kissed me good bye, and patted my belly. And all I could do was look at him and ask "Why?"

I think it had simply become a habit. And it simply crushed me. I wept after he left. Because there wasn't anything else to do.