The sound of the toaster; the brewing of coffee hits our nostrils.
The smell was familiar as yesterday.
We turn on the big screen, hearing the news we've heard before.
I tell him I'm going to shower; he replies and follows his pattern.
Checking behind ourselves as if a surprise is somewhere...
I pick up my mahogany folder; he grabs his tool box.
Opening the blinds, only the sunshine will enjoy the day.
We kiss each other good bye.
Off we go, driving north and the other south.
I turn on the radio listening to the same song.  
That's unusual.... not really!  I'll hear it again this evening.

As I commute, a strange feeling held me.
This feeling I tried to ignore.
However, I've been branded as a cow among the masses.
I think to myself, when will the boredom end?
For change comes in a season, but still, it remains the same.
And I wondered does he feel this suicide as well?
Together we are losing a little life each second.
The coldness I could perceive as I twisted the lock on the door.
It welcomes me home with a cackle.
I wash my hands and prepare dinner.
He walks in and picks up the newspaper.
I ask, "how was your day?"
He responds, "Oh, nothing out of the ordinary."
I sigh...I sigh...