When I came home from work and clicked on the lights
The cockroaches would scatter and hide
Abandoning the sandwich and milk
She left on the counter for my dinner
Sometimes, she’d be sleeping on the couch
A failed attempt to wait-up till I came home
I would sit next to her, brush the hair off her face
And watch her sleep till she woke from sensing my presence
We would sit at the table, and as I picked at my sandwich
We would talk about all those things that interest only newly weds
She always smiled and caressed my hands as she told me her day’s adventures
I always enjoyed how lovely she looked in the glow of the 60-watt bulb
We slept on mattresses on the floor under a ceiling fan with just a sheet
Because the nights were to hot to tolerate anything else
The window was always open, and the city sounds would lull us to sleep
When we woke, we would linger in each other’s arms; we were happy
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