When the day is doneBy Wade Kwon
When the day is done, itâ€™ll be nice to take a moment with you. To sit, to breathe, to share.
Itâ€™s been a long day. Iâ€™m looking forward to sharing every miserable minute with you, dear.
Iâ€™ll be home soon, and you wonâ€™t have to do anything but listen. Maybe purr sympathetically. Of course, if you had a lousy day, I want to hear about it.
But me first.
Weâ€™ll have some wine, and wonder what was so damn frustrating in the first place. After all, lifeâ€™s too short and all that stuff.
Did I ever tell you this is my favorite time of day? Well, itâ€™s a tie, really. Waking up next to you has its perks. But I like it when the afternoon melts into evening, and we havenâ€™t started cooking dinner yet. A few minutes on the couch is all I need to feel renewed, loved.
Letâ€™s put on some music. You pick. Letâ€™s talk about the mundane and the even more mundane. Fill my ears with sweet nothings about traffic and meetings and unattended errands.
Yeah, Iâ€™m hungry. But that can wait. Hold my head and tussle my hair. Loosen my tie and laugh at my foibles.
Be there. With me.
Weâ€™ll get drunk on stupid reminisces of what happened five hours ago. Weâ€™ll slow down and make it count. Weâ€™ll let the day unwind into a pile of itchy dull thread.
And in that perfect end to a perfect day, weâ€™ll be together again.
Let the world fade around us as we shed the weight of hours gone by. And night descends like a starry cloak.