Which Would Mean Nothing...

he left on a Saturday
except he loved Saturday’s

she filled the bathtub with water
except she never took baths

he took the paper with him
except he never read the paper

she made pancakes for breakfast
except she never cooked

he bought a pack of cigarettes
except he never smoked

she put on her finest dress
he walked for hours around the lake
she brushed her hair one hundred times
he fed pigeons
she applied lipstick
he threw sticks into the water
she sprayed perfume
he cried at his decision
she was stoic in the mirror
he remained frozen to the bench
she plugged in the hair dryer
he laid in the sand
she kissed the glass
he wrote her name with his index finger
she entered the tub
he dusted off the sand
she floated on the water’s surface
he walked back to the house
she grabbed the cord with her toes
he caught it before it fell
she rose to slap his face
he kissed her passionately
she did not pull away
he got into the tub
she made room
he kept kissing her
except he had never kissed her like that before