I get home.

The lights behind you
while we ate
showed your completion
while I watched.

I resent the plaster.

You forgave my forgetfulness 
over your order,
yet I can't pardon the disrespect
under my wrist.

I tip my chair.

Your smile saved me
from her face everywhere.
She'll rip me apart.
I'll need your glow right there.

I float in the fall,
and remember the lights behind you.