A Debt of Love

I’m up at 4, computer glare on my face She’s up at 4, laundry in piles at her feet I come home at 2, I nap till satisfied She comes home at 9, knives, spoons, forks a blur until 11 When the sink starts running and the suds start piling I retire to my room after dinner at 12, after my meager chores She progresses to the office, to work out her numbers for the day Progresses to my room to wish me good night Progresses to her room, where she washes the day away Rests her head on a pillow, only to wake up 4 hours later In piles of laundry With expectations of work With thoughts of what to prepare for dinner With lists of things to do that day All the while I stare at my computer, nap, eat, and perform my meager chores