seemingly perfect

Lack of posts
lack of inspiration
lack of anything good
lack of anything creative

husband away
lonely nights
full of tv
and obsessive
cleaning

looking for a little spark
to ignite my soul
something to keep it stoked
something to keep it warm

this happiness
seemed bottled
and on the top shelf
too far away
and afraid to reach

putting on a face
for him when he returns
keep this home perfect
so seemingly perfect