She had rushed home
Her spirit missed him
Surely he missed her too
But was too tired
To will his arms
To hold her...
She waited
Battling her own fatigue
“Should I have embraced him?”
She wondered,
“Or was it right
To let him sleep?”
She withdrew to the floor
Then the couch
Wrapped up in a blanket
Her thoughts bombarding,
Relentless and piercing,
“I'm not needed...”
She found herself waking
To him getting ready
For work.
He sounded rushed
And she hoped he would
Grace her with his touch
She waited, not wanting
To disrupt his hurried movements
Finally she called out
"Good Morning,"
As warmly and invitingly
As her groggy head imagined.
He replied the same
And walked out the door.
