Waiting

The light is still on,
The signal that she is still there,
And I can't come home.
But this is my home,
Or should be, if you really cared.
Instead I wait,
Needing an end to this mess,
Waiting for you.

The light is still on.
I'm getting cold, waiting out here.
It must be okay.
I creep to the door.
The window is open a crack.
There isn't a sound.
You're lying there flat on your back.
No sign of her there.

The light is still on.
I know you will beat me for sure,
If it's a mistake,
And she's still in here.
I've reached the point where I don't care.
I'm too tired to fight.
But I'll bear it, if that's what it takes
To sleep in my bed.

I use my key,
Slip out of my clothes, into bed,
Hoping for sleep.
You don't hear me,
Don't move at all in your sleep.
Next morning you say
You forgot that the light was still on.
What can I say?