[[ wheelsy, south carolina ]]

[ second verse, same as the first ]

She doesn't look at the clock after Bill leaves.

Instead, she takes her iPod for an afternoon run; time is measured breath by breath, song by song.

She doesn't look at the clock when she returns to the empty house.

Everything's fine -- the meeting just ran long.

She showers and starts scrubbing the already spotless kitchen, ignoring the late-afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows.

When she's finished, she ignores the growing shadows outside and moves to the living room, cleaning supplies in hand.

She doesn't look at the clock.