Right now you’re on a coach,
somewhere between a forest and a mountain
on your way to another country,
and if that’s not ridiculous, I don’t know what is.
I have to remind myself that you are going home,
that I do not own you or your time,
that carrot cake and Tuesday mornings
and “have a lovely day at work” isn’t our norm,
For now our norm is plane tickets and good night messages,
FaceTime birthday songs and counting.
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I absolutely love this, Andrea. It’s so warm and young.