by Betty Badgett
It's evening, I clean up my desk, clock out and
Head Home.
I anticipate your presence.
I long for our usual conversation.
I don't mind that you ask me the same questions over and over.
I don't mind how you wait and anticipate my answers.
I don't mind because tonight I walk in the essence of love.
The bus is late, it always is, but tonight I'm in a bit of a
Hurry.
I long to see your face, feel your embrace and hear your voice.
I make one stop at the corner farmers' market, the tomatoes
Look red and ripe. I pick over a few until I hold in my hand
The perfect tomato. The salad has to be perfect.
My next stop is Cabana's wine and liquor depot.
I purchase your favorite wine Route One Cabernet.
Everything has to be perfect this evening.
I rush home and set the table for two.
Uncork the wine and pour two glasses.
I dim the overhead hood lights to set the mood.
I quickly glance through the cd collection to find just the right one.
After I take a warm shower and slip into my satin bathrobe
Waiting as I've done so many times before.
I listen for the turn of the key in the door.
I listen for footsteps coming through the kitchen.
I wait...
The salad is ready, the glass of wine poured, soft music
Emanates throughout the apartment.
Love is in the air.
I wait...
There's no sound of a car pulling up, no key turning in the lock
There never will be again.
Tonight, I can only dream of love.
