every evening I wait for you

30 Nov every evening I wait for you

I don’t need a clock to tell me. I run forward. I run backward. I climb up. I climb down. I see the way the tree shimmers differently now. The sun casting its golden net from below, not above. I hear the urgency of wheels on pavement, the rush to get back to where they belong.

It’s a punctuation mark on our day. The exclamation point that says we’re here! We’re all here, together again.

Daddy is home, and now we can dance.

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