father

the bike in the kitchen and he's here
my brother's in earnest, his father is here
my mother's too joyful, her lover is here
and i'm just content; he's here, he's here.

the coffee and sugar on the worktop
two shapes in my mother's single bed
cigarette scent wafting through the hallway
a tousled figure hunched over a keyboard.

i love him for who he's becoming
i'm forgetting the who that he was
two suitcases next to the hallstand
a man in a blue flannel dressing gown.

together they're all teeming happiness
embraces in kitchens, in hallways, outside
i don't feel envy, i just love and i love
and i renew my faith in love itself.

Author's Note

it doesn't flow. i'm working on it.

Reviews

[Fern]

I don't care if it doesn't flow, I still like it lol.