when i reread what i
wrote yesterday
about how my
dad felt when we were
both in the same area,
close proximity
but each doing our own thing
and how that made him feel
happy and content…

i realize that i often feel like that now…

26 is living home with me
and we often spend a lot of time
together and apart…
i hear her at the top of the stairs
at my old art desk,
mixing paints, cutting paper,
giggling at tiktoks and youtubers…
while i am down here
clickclacking on a keyboard,
doodling letters made out of flowers
and little geek girls
with sad eyes and striped socks
listening to leonard cohen and bonnie raitt…

we meet in the middle often…
she cooks me meals,
we watch greys anatomy…

but i love this somewhat shared
alone but not alone time….
having grown up kids live with you
is not really a bad thing…
sometimes
it’s exactly what you needed
even when you didn’t know
you needed it.
♥