when he came one night home...

when he came finally one night to her one roomed home with a tiny passage linking her
Bedroom to the loo...
He was drunk...out of wits...to be precise...
She almost carried him with a lot of strain...
As if she was bearing a heavy load upon her...
So she took a bit of time to gather her lost breath reaching her one roomed flat...so clumsy...
'Coffee?'
She asked him...
Her long lost love...
Who just batted his eyelids not knowing what he was doing...
He looked groggy...
His eyes were closed almost...
Then she undressed him...
And helped him to lie down on her cot...so small...
He lied down and started snoring almost...
Intoxicated as he was...
She thought she should call him awake...
But his pitiable state hindered her from doing that...

She just stood by the bedstead for a while-
Looking at her lost love...
Snoring hard...ignorant of her presence...
She undressed herself...
And just lied down on the small, uncomfortable bed...beside him...
She just lied and took his sleepy hands upon her...
She played with his unkempt hair...
And smiled silently...
She just smiled thanking her fate...
She thought herself to be the luckiest girl of the world...
Finding him alone on the street one night...
She smiled awake...
And tears rolled down her cheeks...
While he snored hard still...
One night when he came home...to her one roomed flat...

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