As We Meet Again At The End of The Day

Come evening, I am breathless to come home. Nearer I get, faster the knots in my shoulders ease.  I turn my car into the driveway, a few floors below you, and start to forget what I thought I would carry as an elongated wound of the day. 

 

I think we make too much of the world’s tribulations and deprivations, as if we are amidst the most dire times of all centuries put together, straining to find equilibrium again. We both carry enough balm in the history of our sharing, to self-heal.

 

I know you would have already unburdened yourself of your day, to be light for me. I enter the glow of our home. You are in your favourite chair, your feet tucked under yourself, your phone at a 45 degree angle as you read your book on it. You look up and give a small secret smile which only I am able to see. I know I’m inside a perfect moment.

 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on the unexpected tenderness which ordinary days bring to us  -

• Tenderness In The Pause
• This : One Grace
• Infinite Tenderness

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The following music was used for this media project:

Music: Cheezy Piano Medley by Alexander Nakarada
Free download: https://filmmusic.io/song/4833-cheezy-piano-medley
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