Barefoot, I searched
for him to light me up,
stepping in our little kitchen.
There he was,
standing in the morning sun,
drinking coffee.
There he was,
still and silent,
watching something
no one else could ever see.
There he was,
singing softly,
lost in thought.
I walked in
and just a glimpse
was enough.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
Barefoot, I searched
for him to light me up,
stepping in our little kitchen.
There he was,
standing in the morning sun,
drinking coffee.
There he was,
still and silent,
watching something
no one else could ever see.
There he was,
singing softly,
lost in thought.
I walked in
and just a glimpse
was enough.
