Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Your car coming down the street (I'd recoginse that engine anywhere).
Maybe I should be cleaning up when you come inside, moving things around.
The door slamming shut (it never shuts right the first time).
Or try and look relaxed when you come inside, watching TV, reading a book.
Footsteps up to the door (scraping your feet on an old 'WELCOME' mat).
I could meet you there, when you come inside, act like I've waited the whole day for you.
Keys jangling (your keyring is too big, you open too many things).
And then you come inside. And I'm writing this.
Written by Me at 12:45 AM