All I want
is family breakfast
on a Monday
on a school day
with the symphony
of birds and construction
You will complain
and I will mock you
then it's my turn
and you will listen
Sometimes,
you come in my bedroom
to decompress
It's my turn to listen
But you'll stay
by my doorway
and I won't look up
You rant endlessly
You pace aimlessly
Still, I won't look up
All I want
is to lay on the floor
holding my breath
eavesdropping
for sounds of you
You've been hiding something
and I want to know
I will get up and laugh
Because you're just a character
and because I am too
All I want
is a taste of heaven
Like dog hair on my shirt,
having a bad day
and a family doctor.
Like getting ice cream,
a Sunday evening walk
and scrapes on my knees
Like juice boxes
and a friend's house