Unfinished poem

I give you an empty kiss, a socially acceptable hug
And am forgotten before I touch the doorknob--
One more task done from your list for the day,
after "call mother", before "fold laundry."

So I get into my sensible car, and drive to my
Steady employment, and do whatever I do there,
And leave there to drive placidly home, where I
Sit in this yellow light, quietly reading,

But sometimes the night calls to me....