Solitude…

Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday.
Lights turned out,
Wake up call set;
Seven-thirty a.m.

Head on pillow,
Legs outstretched,
Blanket pulled over,
Slumber sets in.

The phone rings,
A minute passes,
Groan.
Finally awake.

Hygiene. Appearance. Coffee.
Thank God it’s Friday…
Down to the metro,
And up the elevator shaft.

Five o’clock,
Work’s out,
Straight to the bar,
One vodka tonic coming right up!

Eye at the door,
She walks in.
She searches the room,
Their eyes meet.

The hotel suite.
Love or lust,
Who’s to say?
Satisfaction perhaps…

The children. The spouses.
Waiting all weekend,
By now,
Are, accustomed.

Bed time; Sunday evening.
Back home.
‘I missed you kiddo.’
‘I love you babe.’