I jump out of bed
To the shrill of the alarm clock
It blinked 5:00 AM!
Although it was only 4:30 AM
I always set the time piece half an hour early
That was my way of beating time, albeit a sham
Stealing thirty minutes away to luxuriously cradle
In the lap of my soft pillow.
I cook and clean
Shower and pack lunch
With a robotic precision.
While he sips his coffee absent-mindedly
Scanning the newspaper
For sports and politics
Commending the victorious team that hit sixes
Cursing the lack of support within political parties.
I rush back home
Just in time
To pick things up
From where I left them in the morning,
Before I sprinted to catch my bus
To race against time
To meet punishing project deadlines
Amidst calls back home, to check on our child
Or to fix an appointment with the doctor
And many times, with the electrician and the busy plumber.
Tick tock, tick tock
Dinner is ready on time
Like a clock.
He eases on the sofa after a demanding day
Tummy happy and full
Flipping though channels
Mostly comedies, sports
And political rants.
I focus on the post dinner sequence,
The shadow of things left undone
And plans for tomorrow
Looming large to keep me company.
Days yawn and sigh
Waning into darkness
Longing for an early sleep
To rise early
To meet another day
Days merging into years
Grey behind my ears
I hear him snoring on the sofa
And my thoughts wander
Does he know my favourite colour or dish
Or what makes me laugh or cry?
Well, it does not matter anymore
For some strange reason, I don't seem to remember them anyway
It is just another day.