Day In, Day Out

He feels the skin on his arm become slightly damp

As he brushes proof of work from above his brow

He looks at his flesh cloth with today’s labor stamp

Machines down, muscles relax, it’s just her now

His drive home seems fast because of daily routine

Same lights, similar stops, revisited urban sights

Steps in his house, notices the hall floor unclean

Stores the memo, and turns on the kitchen lights

One point five hours to complete the tasks at hand

If he cooks the chicken now maybe time for a beer

He prepares as if for a special night he had planned

Yet it is so routine, his motive; vague and unclear

She arrives home, he hears her, he is now frozen

Takes in this moment of his beloved’s return home

No better satisfaction could he have ever chosen

Then breaks out of his momentary happiness dome

She puts away her affects, he pours her a glass of wine

She speaks to him, he listens like a dedicated student

Together they laugh, awkwardly pause, chat and dine

But everything he says, or does, for her, is prudent

They slip off to bed, bellies full and hearts content

He shows her a small flower he found on his break

Said it reminded him of her for its peachy scent

Their lullaby is the breathing from the love they make

Morning finds them tangled up like loose wire

The last residual sweat beads vanish into the air

Still slightly sore from last night’s lullaby of desire

Another night to which very few others could compare

But like some sick, cruel, burglary of malicious intent

This blissful indoor sunrise moment is taken away

With only two more minutes they would be content

Reluctantly he rises and prepares to begin the new day

Bags some food for his beloved’s lunch and snack

Leaves a note on the table with some silly loving words

Returns to the bed, kisses her softly, she kisses back

The next voices he hears are those of the morning birds

As he starts his car, another day’s monotonous routine

A life that, to some, would seem uneventful and plain

He looks at each day as the most beautiful he’s ever seen

Because he knows at the end of it, he’ll be with her again

 

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