The left side of the bed.
The bowl of corn flakes with cold milk.
The daily good bye kiss and
the hurriedly whispered “i love you”.
The fake laughter with an office colleague.
The suppressed yawns an hour after lunch.
The constant torment for a million deadlines,
and the fretting over the impending loan “E.M.I”s.
The recurring fights over TV shows.
The same questions at dinner every night.
The exact time to reset the alarm and
and to put out all the lights.
Drifting into sleep,
only to let it all begin again.
This poem is written as a part of the Poetry 101 Rehab Blog Event.