She waits angrily for his return,
Glancing between the clock and the door.
As her foot taps rhythmically,
Unconsciously keeping time with the tick of the clock.
She has decided enough is enough,
She is tired of his excuses and the drinking.
As midnight approaches she curses his name,
Looking at his bags she stacked by the door.
The waiting continues until she falls asleep,
But hours later is awaked by footsteps outside.
She throws open the front door thinking it’s him,
Her rants die unspoken when she sees two officers.
Can I help you? she asks, her rage swiftly cooling;
They tell her calmly her husband has died.
While driving home from work that evening,
He was sober and was killed by a drunk driver.