They argue like they breath.
Just because the light is there
doesn't mean the door to her room 
is open.
shock from the hot bulb that
knocks him down to the hard wood.
Slowly recover senses.

In evenings, it happens again;
her patience, limited. 

Burn-wound;
regret; exhaustion;
no word heals it.

a drop of morning dew; her tear
before she left; encouragement;
he rises;
but for how long? 

©Byung A. Fallgren