Board games on the coffee table with the dual innocence where we once were as children,
but now soiled skin.
There’s too much baggage in our collective bedrooms. So start anew at six and seven. Benefits of skipping the younger years, maybe fashion someone that will share in your condition.
Throw open the sash after Christmas, a spring cleaning of sons. I should have noticed sooner,
but you covered your bases, assured me of the unchanging nature of things. I remember your embrace when I left for Ireland at the airport.
But of course it’s changing. And you knew that even then, since November or before. You delayed me- got to me first. Before I was standing at the sink, holding the electric kettle under the tap, when I noticed and forgot the water running cool over my hands.
The thought came then.