come home
to her wrath and
where your bed
still rocks
with the movement
of the sea

and you come home
to her voice
what am i,
chopped liver?!
she exhales
through your eyes

when you come home
and your knees
are aching
just from walking
and you wonder
where your youth went
but she's still there

when you wake up in the morning
at home in bed
with her
for fifty years
she's woken up
smiling
next to you

her anger
still hurts you
as you live
adventurously
and she lives
secludedly
surrounded
by lights,
and machines

until you both
come home

and nothing prior
holds any weight
because your days
meld
when you both wake up
again
in your home