I come home late from a long work day,
and she is tired.
Leaning back in a chair, popcorn for dinner,
I can tell:
another chaotic day providing for others
has left little of herself.
She uses this time to shut down, and recover.
The best love I can give is
to tell her I love her, then
leave her be;
I remember she is in constant pain, and that
She cannot keep all of what she gives away.
Yes, I too ache, but
I do not need that validated:
the most sacred space in love
is that which we respect between us.
