Coming home.
I waited up for you.
You weren’t late. I just felt like I should.
What if one day you choose not to come home. On the long bike ride home you meet a new girl and you follow her home.
I am waiting up for you to slip up.
Because if you come home really late. Drunk. Smelling like another woman then I can pick a fight. And maybe in the end there won’t be a reason to worry anymore.
But you walk in the door. You bring me snap peas and kisses.
Tonight you come home.
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