A Tiring Thursday


A Tiring Thursday

I wonder how you would smell
after a tiring Thursday at work.
Of the Dolce&Gabbana I gifted on your birthday?
Maybe like the tulips you bought on your way home.
Or like that last gulp of whiskey you downed right before you left.
Would your crisp blue shirt wrinkle a little as you hug me from behind?
Or is it already as messed up as your hair after that noon meeting you had?
Have you turned your phone off to listen to me talk about my day?
Or do I just have to wait for those last ten minutes before you doze away?
Please tell me we are going away this weekend.
Or do you already have the usual backup plan of dinner and dessert?
Do I doll up to look pretty for you?
Or am I doing that just so I look better than your other girl?
Are we making kids because we want some?
Or is that the only way we are going to last?
Am I finding new people to share our story with?
Or ignoring the ones who ask to avoid reliving it?
Are we together because we can’t imagine otherwise?
Or because we are too egoistic to prove our parents right?
Do you kiss to show me you missed me?
Or is that yet again an apology for a late office night?
Did the Universe pull us closer for a reason?
Does our love fight - time, distance and every season?
Our story is yet to begin; we are still on our different ways,
Yet, here I wonder
how you would smell after a tiring Thursday.

- Shivani Sridharan
Chennai, India.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem