Rain pouring millions of droplets
Onto the dusty glass window
Cleaning it from the outside
The wind howls
Like wolves on a full moon
The streets bare
The roads slick
You should’ve been home
The clock strikes ten
I know you're an hour late
But I calm the worry storm inside me
“He’s fine” I’d say
Hoping I’ll believe my own voice
You arrive a quarter past ten
Soaked from the rain
Umbrella broke
The smell of women’s perfume
Catches my nose
“Work ran late”
Thunder cracks open the sky
Lightning not to far behind
Seems appropriate
For the storm that’s about to happen in here
You rush to the shower
Guilty of your infidelity
I don’t stop you
I just warm your tea
Ginger with lemon and honey
The glass mug
I bought at a vintage...