Growing Up

one day you’ll be alone
in your house, the children’s
rooms having become the sewing
room or the den where you watch
TV late at night, eating buttered
popcorn on the couch,
the one you never let them eat on,
you’ll read in bed, more than
2 pages before falling asleep
because you know you can sleep
til noon,
if you want.
But you don’t, because
you have plans for breakfast the
next day with one of them,
the one who knew the whole alphabet
by two, and knew the worst places
to throw tantrums, as far as you were
concerned.
So, you see each other and talk some,
and mostly eat, checking cell phones
occasionally for important calls
and then it’s time to go all of
a sudden and you realize he’s
leaving and you have no idea
when you’ll each other again

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