Mrs. Smith looks out the kitchen window,
watching the coloured fall leaves dance
as they gently touch the ground.
She wishes that she had the dancing
partner in the wind as they do.
Life has turned lonely
as the years have passed by.
The husband is home every night,
sitting in a faded, recliner chair,
not saying a word or grunt.
Eyes glued to a television set,
hand glued to the control.
He never notices when
Mrs. Smith has dressed up nice.
Subtle rose make up
and not a hair out of place.
An outfit that fits in all the right places.
He never blinks an eyes,
never sees the tears
going down an unloved cheek.
Mrs. Smith walks around
seeing others holding loving hands
and sharing affectionate smiles.
Ones she has not seen
or felt in a long time.
Love gone so long ago,
the passion replaced with comfort.
Not knowing any other life.
Mrs. Smith does not wish
to give up on love or romance.
Mrs. Smith see the clearing
out a window into the unknown.
Bags packed, searching for the one
that will kiss and hold
while sharing Mrs. Smith’s Dance.
December 5, 2017
© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2017