The
house is a mess, leftover fatigue from the latest CAT scan.
And I know he is
itching to be off off, to drink tea and study Italian, Economics.
I lean into him, tell him I hope he's excited about sticking around for a bit, getting the house ready to have the kids over tomorrow.
So he pulls me to him , smiling. And it comes to me then, the wealth.
I lean into him, tell him I hope he's excited about sticking around for a bit, getting the house ready to have the kids over tomorrow.
So he pulls me to him , smiling. And it comes to me then, the wealth.
All the years. Always messier and complicated than any old
Disney movie.
Here I am, all round and wrinkled and tired out. Happy.
Taj Mahal is blasting in the living room, while he stands in the kitchen, doing the dishes.
The way he looks at me is
just about the way he did when I was a little young thing.
When I'd stand before him, the two of us filled with yearning.
I was lost in the vastness of his deep brown eyes, wanting only one thing.
Here I am, all round and wrinkled and tired out. Happy.
Taj Mahal is blasting in the living room, while he stands in the kitchen, doing the dishes.
The way he looks at me is
just about the way he did when I was a little young thing.
When I'd stand before him, the two of us filled with yearning.
I was lost in the vastness of his deep brown eyes, wanting only one thing.
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