He didn’t say anything about her trip to the spa.
He didn’t ask how her day went.
He stood and hugged her,
gave a half-hearted kiss.
He listened without speaking,
but offered nothing in return.
He never did ask about her meeting.
He did thank her for bringing home dinner,
then they ate alone in seperate rooms.
He poked his head in the back door,
but he wasn’t talking to her.
A moment later she heard his truck start,
then pull out of the drive.
She doesn’t know where he’s going.
He didn’t bother to think to tell her…
©2010 Jill Terry