She says she’ll bathe and come out.
I nod. I say okay.
But I’m still not sure what “okay” means anymore.
Maybe it means don’t make trouble,
Or maybe it means I hope you’re really alright.
I stay still. I wait.
There’s a show waiting for me
A quiet moment, a slice of calm,
Where I don’t have to answer anyone.
Just sit. Just feel.
Just breathe.
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