The same thing

Snowflakes fall in fast flurries as I
trudge across the side walk,
trying to figure out which door to
knock on next.
I got your text an hour ago;
And since then I’ve done everything
I could to push back the emotions
And continue doing the job I set out to do today-
Knocking on doors and being a sales-woman.
The flurries soak my hair and cover
my face and glasses,
And it’s pointless to try to wipe
them away for-
If I do lose my composure they’ll just hide my tears.
I know you have things going on and
I’m not crying because I feel like I lost you;
I know I didn’t.
I’m upset because I can’t be there
at the end of your day to cradle
your face and tell you you’re doing a great job.
Because somehow I know
that you don’t always feel appreciated
by those who are always around
you even when you do everything for them.
You deserve the world my love;
and you always give it everyone else.
I just want to do the same thing
for you.