When he is gone
I will leave the twist tie off the bread
leave the leftovers on the stove til bedtime
put flowered wallpaper in the bedroom
sit outside and howl at the moon
When he is gone
I will create my IRA
squirrel money away for a rainy day
pick my expenses
sit outside and howl at the moon
When he is gone
I will let the kids make noise
crawl in bed with me after the bad dream
serve macaroni and chicken nuggets at every meal
sit outside and howl at the moon
while the children catch lightening bugs
And the bugs will light our way
and the stars will give us hope
and our noise will tell us we are not alone