I go to work
I meet coworkers
I meet customers
I wear my smile
a shield
I hear their words
Ringing with sincerity
Trying to console me
Trying to understand
And I keep my shield raised
The day winds down
The sounds of work
Fade into the low, steady hum
Of the road home
Normality ends
And I drive to what was our home
Knowing once there
I lose you all over again
I have lost my anchor
Now I drift
In waters we once charted together
Following paths only we knew
The door closes behind me
Your voice doesn't greet me
The silence presses in
I have lost my conversation partner
And here
In the weight of that quiet
My shield
slips from my hand
© Ron Simpson Jr.
August 9, 2025
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