Wearily, he kicked his boots across the floor.
He had ” had it.” Couldn’t take any more.
She would have helped him
off with his boots, his coat and the hat.
She would have welcomed him home.
She was always like that.
She was no longer here.
She had gone ahead on their journey together.
But, tonight, the rain had stopped the work early.
He had stopped to sing with a friend.
Wanted to share that new music with her.
Sing ‘some of the new stuff’ they came up with together.
She was not home to greet him.
Not to hug him, not to wash his feet, not to rub his back.
Awh, some days it was just like that.
So, he kicked off his boots.
Laid his head on the pillow.
Fell into her arms as he dreamed.
She washed his feet with her tears.