We're painting the nursery walls over with white.
Does the color seem too bright?
Does it take in all the light?
It doesn't matter now.
The color's on the wall.
We'll paint the empty halls.
But what about the crib?

We're taking the clothes out of the closet and making a pile.
You know, it's been a long while
Since I've seen you smile.
Don't remind me.
My lips don't stretch these days.
Not in the familiar ways.
Such a time since you last laughed.

We're washing the sheets from our separate beds.
Keep the white ones from the reds.
Are you still taking your meds?
You don't get to ask those things,
not since you moved downstairs.
You know that I still care.
There's something in between us.