Working from home

Did you hear the owls this morning?

I say much later in the day.

She looks up from her screen.

Yeah, loud weren’t they?

She says without much enthusiasm.

Must have been at least three.

Probably.

The room turns back to silence.

I take a sip of coffee, it’s not warm

anymore. Which is a shame.

I reach my hand across my desk

onto hers. She looks at it,

then rests her warm fingers

against my upturned palm.

For a moment we just sit there

like that. I’m happy.

I hope she is too.