Weary, exhausted, he opened the door
Today, she’s home from work already
Her smile beckons him inside
He falls on to the sofa, she sits
Next to him, cross-legged, comfortable
The smell of freshly brewed coffee
Scents the distant air. He relaxes,
Listening to her chatter about her day
Her light fingers rubbing his tired forehead.
They drink coffee, he’s smiling now
He talks about his bad day at work,
But he realized it semmed distant and
Silly now, when he recalled it to her.
Their conversation drifts, he grins
His attention not on the words
She says, but on the smile in her eyes
She squeezes his hand, his mood lifts
He’s surprised at how content he is.
Weary, exhausted, he opens the door
There’s no one smiling, welcoming him
The air reeks with the smell of emptiness
He sighs heavily, and closes his tired eyes
Massaging his forehead with his rough fingers,
He lets himself imagine for a fleeting moment
That she’s there, mirroring his love in her smile,
Seeing which he realizes he isn’t tired anymore.