when I get home from work
the sun has not set all the way
and light still comes in
there is some bread
in the silver breadbox
some homemade jam
and water in the kettle
the heat is working well
i can take off my wool socks
put on an old record
slow dance to my desk
on a good day
you might be in any
number of places
in the mood to talk
if not, I can still smile
I understand that too
so I find the words
you leave behind
I read them slowly
with tea and toast
listening to an old record
as the light dims
it's slow dance enough,
for a night like this