"I love you" he says to her while opening the door, hoping she won't notice he's late... again.
She turns greet him as he removes his keys from the lock, fumbling a bit. She's hoping that maybe, just this once, he'll have remembered to pick up the dry cleaning. And who knows... maybe he'll have noticed that her favorite chocolate shop just happens to be next door to the dry cleaners. God does she have a sweet tooth. After five years of marriage he should know this.
But the only thing in his hands tonight are his keys.
This is the sort of thing I think of when I hear empty slogans on the radio. He says he loves her yet does nothing to prove it. As if saying "We're your at work station" makes it so.
He grinned as he caught her eyes following him down the hall. "I've still got it" he thought, but really she was just checking for lipstick on his collar.
"Yep, I've still got it."
...back.
