best
when i came home from
work,
filthy
dirty. the grime of grease
under my nails,
my hair full of dust,
my lungs
coughing
up the day, tired,
but not too tired to fall
into her arms,
and hear her whisper
i love you,
i'm glad you're home,
take off your shoes,
go bathe,
dinner
is almost ready.
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