drinking wine and eating the last of the cookies

the doorbell rang
it was night
i was upstairs
who could it be so late
at night, in the darkness
i was alone.
as i pulled the curtain away from
the window, i saw the rear light of
a bicycle receding from the door
i called out to my son
it was dark and cold
he came in, we embraced
we ate the rest of the
homemade cookies
and drank the last of a
bottle of red wine.
we yawned, i opened the
door and i watched the
rear light of the bike recede
into the distance
i went upstairs to turn
out the lights and
get ready for bed.
my belly full of wine and
cookies.