Analysis of Night

Some times I wake in the night,
I stop and listen for a snore,
Almost imagining it being there,
Then reality and waking comes,
The room is silent and empty,
In the end things had gone bad,
Really though about divorce,
About finding a better life,
How funny that all seems now,
The things being and funny sounds,
Telling me she is still around,
Amazing how I miss her,  
How death makes all the bad go away,
Leaving only memories I want to remember,
And a silent empty house,
In time I will move on,
So will she,
But for now this is how it is.