No Blues Tonight

No Blues Tonight.
Smiling, as i sit back and watch you talk. Not saying a word. –
I have come home to an empty house, much like my heart and soul.
It is cold and dark.
First I put on a single light, so I can see down the hallway.
Then, as I go further into the house I put a light on in my office and kick the PC into life.
I pick up my phone and see i have 3 missed calls from Elaine. So I return her last call. No answer. No voicemail either with Elaine.
How many times have I asked her to fix that?
I walk into the kitchen, find a note that tells me the girls are eating over at Caitlyn's parents place tonight.
I open the pantry and make the decision to have Pumpkin soup, with grilled cheese on toast.
I sit in the gloom of the dining room, the kitchen light casting eerie shadows on the walls behind me,
I can see them in the reflections of the old paintings on the wall.
I hold my head and think about your words.
I look up and head outside.
Turning on the stars that are my lights when i don't want it too bright.
My phone rings as Elaine returns my call.
She says she is sorry and feels she has let me down,
God how I love her. I smile and tell her not to worry but to come home to me, that I miss her.
She says not yet, she wants to tidy her place up a bit more and I should give her a few more days.
How can I ever say no to her?
I turn on the heater to the spa, realising it will take an hour to heat the water.
I look over at what was once my 'extra' room that the girls now live in, their apartment they call it.
I feel I had to write this down, they say some of the poet’s best work comes from a well of despair.
I walk over to the bar and pour a shot of bourbon and sip it slowly.
I put on some music, nothing poppy or melancholy, no blues tonight. -