Posted by Erin on 3rd December 2009 in Erin's Thoughts

He has his shoes and coat on, standing in front of the door.

Bag full and slung over his shoulder and late for work.

But suddenly I am pouring out a new pride. I have triumphed.

As I recant the gleaming details he sets his bag back on the floor,

Relaxes his knees

And listens.

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