Mar 27
I told you I loved these sweets,
And now, I never run out of them.
You spend these extra hours in loneliness.
And now, I have begun arriving home late.
You never have time for breakfast at home.
Now the journey to the store for breakfast has become my routine.
My walk is clumsy.
Somehow before a trip your arm ushers me into safety.
And now, I never run out of them.
You spend these extra hours in loneliness.
And now, I have begun arriving home late.
You never have time for breakfast at home.
Now the journey to the store for breakfast has become my routine.
My walk is clumsy.
Somehow before a trip your arm ushers me into safety.
To be cared for enough for your favourite sweets to be remembered and always made available before you even run out. To care enough to leave a little later just to keep company. To care enough to make it a part of your routine to get breakfast for the one who never has time for. To be cared for enough that even in your clumsy self there is always the eyes scanning your surroundings and ensuring you are always safe. The be cared for and to care in what seems so mundane yet leaves the biggest smiles in the heart.
