Early morning late evening

Goodbye bouncing one, it is early now but when your eyes and my eyes meet next it will be late.
I'll call three times to check on you, but you won't know.
And with some sadness and some relief I remind myself that your missing me isn't deep.
But I carry you with me. The ache in my chest and the moments I want to snuggle you and I'll feel the lightness in my arms relieved to be a free a bit too.

But when this day is over, when meetings have passed, committees have decided and I bring my heavy bag, heavy head, heavy feet in the door.
My hope is that I can still call you my bouncing one, and in that hour before we sink into sleep that you and I will bounce together.


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