Sunday 2 September 2018

Working Life

Shaken from our shallow slumbers
by an unwanted electronic alarm of intrusion.
Peering through puffy eyes at our partner
over breakfast muesli
or toast if there's time.

Despatched from one another with packed lunches
and teas made with love stirrings to
long journeys, sometimes only of delays.
Hard work separated by weekends and holidays
pull at our tethered humanity.

We return home after one hundred and fifty miles
to our island bursting with
love and our belongings bought together.
Our nights of  tv, books and
sofa leanings bring a
deeper love and understanding
through our minds' fusion.



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