Those were the days

He came in the back way. The door is the only one in the house that doesn’t creak. The lock is loud but being a level down in the kitchen it’s hard to hear. I hadn’t realized he was home . This morning saw the two tumblers on the counter. They still smelled like malt and peat. A small pair of red high heels were left tidely by the back door. The door to his room was shut. Behind it only silence and faint snoring. Must have been a good wedding then I reckon. I reckon so. You remember those days, days were built on freedom and opportunity. The possibility of a strangers smile turning into the stroke of soft skin, and the brush of hair against your face, the sway of hips as you dance, lips against your cheek, an embrace relaxing and exhilarating all the same time; then a nightcap and sweat and morning. Those were the days, my love. Those were the days.