sometimes when it gets late at night
and i see you up watching the news
again
and
again
i remember the tinker toys
down in your cool basement

it smells like must and dirt
and dust now covers the rocking horse
where i would sit and watch you rock me
the play set still looks like a jungle
the small animals are still cold to the touch
the table tennis at the edge of the wall
sits motionless

sometimes when it gets late at night
and i see you up watching the news
again
and
again
i think of when i could still love you
and when you knew my name