The rhythm of our lives.
He shifts his weight
And moves on
From miles away
He says he loves me
I say it back
Then he moves on
It’s quiet at night
So much emptiness to fill
With nothing
For a spell
He returns
I stand in the kitchen
Like a cliche
I balance on heels, making dinner
Laughter floats in waves
Through the house
Echoing off the walls
Like bouncing balloons
It swells and ebbs
It rolls back and forth
Like tickle fights
There’s football on TV
My feet find comfort
His hands find my back
Our bed is warm again, briefly
Then he shifts his weight
Says he loves me
And moves on again
Takes his music and goes
Alone, in the quiet night
I can remember the melody
And hum it myself
We stay behind
Hold it down
Occupy our time
Here and there
We shift
and wait.
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