Didn't mean to wake you

Tuesday night is poetry night. I stay out late and my love stays in to rest up for work.

You close the bedroom door
on Tuesday nights
so I won't disturb you
when I come home late.

I can rustle in the kitchen
and the bathroom
and the living room
till I settle for sleep. 
No problem.

But when I arrive home,
you are the very first thing
I am eager to see. 

Brushing my teeth,
getting some water
removing my shoes and clothes 
are all afterthoughts 
which follow immediately  
after screeching open
our bedroom door. 

The End

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