Under my duvet

Daughter, listen
I couldn't hear her, though I tried
To open my eyes
Help me to understand
She said at last, climbed
Into my small bed
And turned away
I am cold and empty
And I don't know why.
Her voice was muffled, thin
Unable to explain
Herself, this pain.
He has left it all behind:
His books, his clothes, his children
me.
I am all alone
And cannot sleep, she yawned
And as I stroked her back,
Began to dream.