A Day in the Life

Morning:
The constant ringing of the alarm awakens him,
Urging to get ready for work.
He showers, changes into comfortable work clothes,
And by 4:30 am he’s out the door.
The day lazily goes by, and he continues—
Carrying and loading and shipping and ordering.
When the times comes, he hangs up his name tag,
Heads home, and think of what he’ll have for lunch.
And he thinks
About her.
Noon:
On her lunch break, she listens to her coworker
As she rambles on about her baby, her due date, baby showers, etc…
But in her head she can only think about
Yesterday
When he took to her to dinner, when he gave her flowers, said,


“Happy one month anniversary,” and
Kissed her.
She can only think of what she’ll wear to see him.
She sits anxiously, staring at the blank screen on her computer
As her friend rambles on about her baby.
Night:
Mom’s in the kitchen, Dad’s in his room.
The kids are asleep,
And I’m trying to watch a movie—
But all I can think about is
Them, at his house,
What they’re doing, what she’s wearing,
What they’re talking about
If they’ve kissed, touched, smiled, laughed.
And my heart collapses,
Sinks lower and lower with each
Word of kindness, breaks with every
Touch, shatters with every
Kiss.