Average Day

Average day We get up in the morning We have breakfast but don't talk Leaving for work, hesitating, looking for a reason to say goodbye Work is sometimes busy People yelling, the stacks of paper seem endless Other times there is nothing to do We joke quietly, reading the news I sneak off to the fire escape Standing 200 feet up I pull in the putrid city smell At five we get up and say our goodbyes The last words we will speak for the day the hour drive home is slow, there really is no hurry There are no hugs or kisses waiting Quietly I walk in, so as not to disturb myself