She walks alone, hurrying between the pools of yellow light.
Soon she sees her house; notices the lights in the window.
Quickening her pace, she reaches the door, but then pauses
And tries to insert a key with hands that do not obey.
No need for that. The door is flung open and he stands there.
“Here you are! I let myself in. I hope you don’t mind.
I couldn’t wait to see you. Here, let me have your coat.”
Words whirl around her as she stands disbelieving, confused.
He looks at her and stops. She rests her head against his chest.
Against her cheek, she can feel the rough texture of his shirt,
The soft pillow of his flesh, the rigid bone underneath.
Deeper still, the rhythm of his breath, the beat of his heart.
She closes her eyes, relaxes. She is safe. She is home.
She is home. She lets herself in and switches on the light.
