A Truckers Wife

Placing my heart upon my sleeves, posting fragrant aroma in empty rooms. Wanting inner passion to erupt volcanically only my love is emptied in loneliness. Silent walls call loves emotions loudly frames of desire paste deserted entities. Sleekly punishing my broken chamber into pieces of puzzled prisons locked jail. Longing for fires flames to come home yet over the road trucking he must be. People have to eat, and need other things. Although for women like me we must sacrifice for everyone. Left alone without our love to comfort us at night...