After Hours

It’s late.

I kiss you good night and tell you I love you.

Sleep well.  I’ll see you tomorrow.

I close the door softly behind me.

I stop at the desk and say goodnight to the night crew.

One of them goes with me to the door and swipes me out.

It’s a long walk to the car through Twilight Zone corridors.

I pass the guard.


But he doesn’t look up from his reading.

In the garage, I look around, to be safe.

There’s no one there.  Just one other car.

I lock the doors and start the engine.

I’ll be home in half an hour.

I’ll call you when I arrive so you know I’m safe.

I drive through the dark


How many more nights?


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1 Response to After Hours

  1. Eileen Hileman says:

    Thinking of you and your husband and praying for total recovery.

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