A weary woman comes home
And she puts her handbag on the couch
She puts down the heavy rain on the couch
She puts down the headache of the loud crowd
She puts down the wrenching pain of the long queue
She puts down the kind-hearted stranger who offered for the transport fee
She puts down the shouts of an argument with a colleague
The smile appears after a phone call from her son
And she puts it down on the couch
The weariness cools off
And the energy to cook surfaces
She puts the groceries on the couch
The hidden grin is revealed when she talks to him
She puts her crush on the couch
The couch has space for the anxiety and happiness
Comfortable like the warm hug from the morning
Relaxing and faithful