One body enters a home,
Another enters a cell.
The first returns from work,
The second returns from hell.

The man hangs his coat on the rack,
The girl stares emptily at the wall.
His eyes hold her quivering frame close,
Her eyes know nothing familiar in that hall.

An outreached arm is turned away,
A cold shoulder is automatically given.
“What do you think?” said the tall figure,
“Is this the place I shall live in?”

The suit and tie climbed the stairs,
The skirt and blouse walked to the phone.
The hand gripped the hollow bedroom door,
The painted nails dialed, and said, “I’m home”