All my life, I’ll be coming home to you

 The last few steps

 The light’s are on, you’re home

 The smell of hot food cooking

 Your warm smile and hug

 Your hair tickles my chin

 I smile inside

 Run up the steps, peek into the kids room

 Loud yell, hey Dad your home

 No time to remove my coat, quick gossip and hug

 Change and go downstairs again

 Creep up to you in the kitchen

 Kiss the back of your neck; catch a whiff of your scent

 The slight curry smell in your hair, which I love

 How you fit into my arms perfectly

 And seeing your joy in your eyes

 Relax as you lean back in my arms

 The day’s tension drains away

 I am home with you again

 Home with you, all my life

Pretending, all's well

Sneaking to the meds bag;

Codeine, Valium, Tamazepam, Couple of Actifeds, Piriton...

Determined to not lose my temper

Proud I have not lost it for this year

Counting the days, Proud

Long four day weekend

So no sexy games, no Viagra

Maintain respectability

Domestic will be there

Must play happy families, no?

And always, coming home to you.

All my life.