Morning opens with sighs beneath her comforter
and his eyes glued shut like folded over duck tape.
Slipping from the sheets and his arms she clambers
unweaving their fingers to silence the buzzer.
Again he’s sighing, daylight flickers through
cracked curtains as she smiles. “Good morning.”
Afternoon drags on, unforgiving, the usual Monday.
His fingers hold pencils as her’s push against keyboards
both watching hands circle the clock, waiting for freedom.
When off comes their shoes and heavy oversized coats.
He waits until her hair falls down to fold her in his arms,
as she sighs he asks. “How was your day?”
Night comes in slowly, like an ocean’s tide swallowing
all light from the sky. She plays guessing games as
he scrubs the pizza tray, steam rising between them.
He yawns, eyelids heavy, holding up the weight of bricks.
She smiles, looping her arm through his, as water splashes
his feet, they laugh and share a look. He sighs. “Time for bed.”
