Tuesday, June 2, 2009

shhh...


Over dinner, he calls.
You put on that face that you save for him.
I am as quiet as a mouse
Praying he won’t hear me.

All at once, I am
Your late night with the boys,
Your personal traffic jam,
Your surprise meeting with the boss.

In bed, I hear his key in your door.
You put on that face that you save for him.
I am as quiet as a mouse.
Praying he won’t see me.

I am under your bed
My clothes in a rumpled pile by my feet.
I listen for your footsteps
And his
So that I can weep hot tears in peace.

But not now. Not yet.
For right now, I need to be
As quiet as a mouse.

Photo Credit: Project 405

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