Saturday, December 3, 2022

Your Time

sitting across the table
pieces laid out in plastic
your eyes dark and distracted
from a morning of labor
an afternoon of small talk
this evening you play these games
only because i love it
though you would lay your head down
i want you to know i know
and how i feel so grateful

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