when you go home
from work, there is a man
standing
in your kitchen.
he has a wife
and a small child
who sits at the table
eating an apple.
the man and woman
are dancing
along the checker
tiled floor,
gleaming black
and white.
their arms are around
one another.
they kiss lightly
and smile at each other.
the radio is on,
an old song, a love
song. a song you
know the words to
by heart. you take
your hat off and watch
them, saying nothing.
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2 comments:
my heart skipped a beat and then i melted. this truly paints a picture.
i had to take another peek at this one - it really does touch me...possibly because it came from your heart.
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