The sun has not yet risen early and the clock has not awakened either, at the open door, still in the gloom I look again, his body asleep and badly covered, it almost does not let me go, with effort I turn around, because now I have to leave, the same driving the same time, the same thoughts arrive, my body is with me, but my thought is with her, now I imagine her hands searching in vain for my presence in our bed, I would like to know what she thinks.
I am arriving for another day, as the work begins, while she at home wakes up to the routine of that day, I can almost see the cool water slide down her body, in drops colored by the light through the window .
A gesture in her hair, placing her favorite perfume, in front of the mirror that saw everything, she hides in a dress.
After a coffee looking away, she loss herself thoughtfully, drinking calmly and staring at the smoke, she stops and thinks of me.
The day goes by, the afternoon goes and the night comes, I wait and count the hours that separate me, from everything I love the most.
My face lights up with joy the moment I go home, I can't control my desire to run now.
The traffic gives me a lot of annoyance and the thought continues, thinking about my return many times, she looks towards the street, the door opens suddenly and I wrap myself completely in her arms and our love begins, in a routine day.