Our connection is touch and the change in light as I hover over you, although you can hear I have little to say except be nice to your momma until we meet at least. It’s a back and forth soothing motion that I chase until we sleep the three of us, the four of us I didn’t know I had so much to love to give or so much to feel. We’re in turmoil but we’re supposed to be in turmoil anyway so back and forth soothes us both in a way my mind can’t quite comprehend my my heart can. r.l.w
Written as part of NaPoWriMo – read more at my writer site or the instagram.