Mundane Life


I have grown complacent watching you mow the lawn,
Change the oil, and chop the fire wood.
I contemplate our relationship while I wash the dishes,
Weed the garden, and hang the clothes on the line.
Our paths cross at the dinner table surrounded by the children.
I wonder if you are enjoying the feast
That you provided , and I prepared.
Curious if you are happy with our mundane routine
I peer at you inquisitively hoping you will answer me,
You unknowingly swallow my efforts.

My suitcase is packed with soiled memories
Stains I have neglected to diminish
Sitting at the top of the stairs.
You passed it on your way to wash up.
You never said a thing as you kicked it
Spilling my dirty laundry.
Then you looked at me with that fire in your eyes
wrapped yourself in my curiosity, and led me to the bed.
We will sleep with our complacency.

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I have been married for 31 years.