Tired. He lets me sleep on his chest.
A beautiful little girl cried when they left,
Morning meetings.
Snacks include nuts and night time glasses of wine.
***** feet from the beach and ruly streets we walked.
Chocolate covered almonds in a plastic bag, tasted heavy and filling.
Oversized red outdoor chairs to watch the sunset.
Somersaults and cartwheels to end the night, no one watched the sunset.
Stacks of old books on top of a smelly trash can, family photo. A girl in a pink summer sundress finally captured: her name reminds unknown.
I love the sound when he turns the pages or the setting of a wine glass on a wooden table.
Picture frames of captured memories, ill never know the stories behind.
Comfy couches and chairs ill never sit in.
Silence amongst three all valued time.
I love when he finds a familiar spot on my body to lay. I think I should call home and don't.