Washing the day of my hands
Scrubbing the sweat of hardwork
I look for the two cups
To share some words and a shoulder to rest
Another one ended
Nothing glamorous here to see
I pick up the two cups
Looking for you
Hoping you have something to share
Some days end without a sound
I drag myself to crawl under the sheets.
Blurry with tears
I find you waiting with two cups and a shoulder.
In case I have something to share.