Waiting for daddy to arrive
Mommy lays on the bed on her finally flat tummy
Leaning against its edge
We realize that it’s times like these
Time upon time
Minute upon minute
And endless scrolling
Meaningless life wasters
That bring me back to the written word
The page
Although still a screen
It is still an empty tablet
Tableau
To draw me in to the inner child
A reflection of my reflection
of us
of who you and I will together forever be
A oneness with the ever expansive universe
That I never saw coming
As simple as washing the dirty dishes
As complex as trying to figure out why I’m exactly here
And still just as easy as that
A metaphor often used
To describe how much
I really
really
love
you–
nightshiftsister 