Rugged hands , the smell of 12 hours of work
Caress my check … Dancing me into consciousness.
Yet I’ve never felt anything so soft.
A simple smile. A simple man.
Greets me from slumber.
To the rest of the world , he comes off hard and tough.
But never has anyone treated me so gently , looked at me so lovingly or held me so tenderly .
A part of me leaves with him every two weeks. Like the mud stuck on his boots.
As he leaves a trail of hardended muck… As if he too is leaving a part of his soul. Every step another little piece breaks off.
It wasn’t supposed to happen here and like this yet every day I walk into an empty cold house. Deflated without the warmth of his smile. And I know this was supposed to happen like this right now.
Forever.
marleneconner 