In Hindsight

I come home, hot and bothered

It’s been a long day at work

My house is spotless

Her blouse is spot drenched

She’s done everything I could ever ask for and more

I am thankful; I truly am

However those words never leave my lips

She looks at me with such hopes to receive such nice quips

‘you look good babe.’ Or ‘this dinner was one of my faves’

I notice she puts my wants in front of me

She set aside her own needs to satisfy ME

I see all of these things

Why don’t I say something?

Can’t she read my mind?

Can’t she tell by the way I hold her close?

Can’t she tell by the way we spend our time together?

Doesn’t she know that I’m here forever?

Simple sentences; a few words

A noun conjectured with a few verbs

That’s all she wants

That’s what keeps her near

Those 3 little words every woman wants to hear

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I APPRECIATE YOU