I came in the door, in from the noise and brightness of the city,
You were sitting in your Lazy-boy, all quiet and serene, reading.
There was no music, no sound, not even the animals snoring.
I envied this scene.
I went and took off my Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes,
you told me of a nice couple who you thought might be moving out.
This was sad news indeed, as we both like them, very nice people, and
always kind and have a smile for anyone they pass.
We weren’t sure what was going on with them,
but we have seen so many people, good and bad, leave our small
community,
we wouldn’t be surprised if they were, but saddened nonetheless.
Our conversation brought me into the kitchen, and you back to your chair.
After I prepared something for my measly lunch,
I came back into the living room, and you were
reading again, a tuned to your book.
I decided to get some things done I had planning on:
I went through my CDs, found the few I was looking for.
I stuck them on top of my school book, which was on the arm of my Lazy-boy
(the arm opens up, thus there was a flat area).
I thought this was a good place to put them while I sat down.
I sat down and all the CDs crashed to the floor.
Although you didn’t say a thing, I just know your common sense and ability to look into the future would have forbid you from doing this stupid and clumsy trick. But you didn’t say a thing; I never even caught you looking my way.
I picked up the CDs and started getting more intemperate with things around me.
Wrote my message hard on the paper;
almost ripped the paper pieces apart, instead of cutting them nicely;
and slammed my book.
I got all the CDs done, you still sat serenely, no idea what was on your mind.
I then started going through a book and trying to mark places and the pages wouldn’t turn. I mad again.
My back hurt, my back hurt, and I am sure this is the reason for all my temper tantrums.
I have asked my doctor what is causing all my pain, what can be done to help my pain, and have asked you what you think it could be based upon your diseases.
I know you are sitting there frustrated, tired, and usually hurting in one or more parts of your body. You say nothing to me of all my grunts and groans, of my constant clearing of my through (which even disturbs the neighbor), and of all my naps. And you say nothing today of all my noise, temper, and short-sightedness of today.
You sit there serenely.
