Long Day

Have some chaos,
A bit of yelling over stupid stuff,
Ignore it, yes.
Interact, no.
Storm settles,
And the relentless assault
Of constant talking begins.
Loud, and louder.
I don't want to hear,
I can't help but notice.
Retreating into myself,
Slowly eroding away.

Midnight

She slipped out of bed,
Stealthy, quiet.
It was silent in the house,
Save for his breathing.
She hardly dared move
As she waited for his breaths
To become deeper and regular.
The sign he was really asleep,
Not laying in wait.
So many times,
She would get up, only to have
Him ask what she was doing.
It would be a bathroom trip,
Acceptable.
Tonight, no voice interrupted.
She crept through the house,
Avoiding the loose floorboard,
To the back door.
Stealthy, slowly, she opened it.
At this moment, she was free,
Absorbing moonlight, starlight,
The night smell of flowers
Hanging in the still air.
Shedding responsibility like
A discarded skin.
She stood, arms crossed,
And let the blessed sensation
Of nothing flow through her mind.