tick...tick...tick
minutes turned to hours
and then
the silence broken
the front door opens and closes
its late, very late
i wait
shuffle, clang, scrape
more silence
i lay there
the door opens
he steps in
i stare at the ceiling
he undresses, tossing his clothes
the thump, the bed bounces
i lay there
waiting
silence
he looks at me
"goodnight"
i reply similarly
turning, i close my eyes, thinking
tonight i am just here
it means nothing
tomorrow night i will be ready again.
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