MARVEL

The boy is at it again, with his nose pressed against the glass.

I relate, for with each car noise outside, I get whiplash.

"When will she finally come home to us, Dad?" he said.

After a long seven months, this remains our routine before bed.

"My dearest Son, I'm afraid that chapter of our life has ended."

"Daddy, do you mean like you and Mommy have been unfriended?"

Caught off guard, I stumbled backwards but regained composure.

"You, lil' one, are a smart cookie. Yes, I think her love for me is over..."

"Don't worry, Daddy. In School, I learned if something is dead,

you just wait for a little. Then, Mom's love can be resurrected!"

Stifling a grin while admiring his innocence, I refrained from being satirical.

"Lil' one, stuff like that doesn't happen everyday. That'd be a miracle.

People wait their entire lives and never witness any, but I have- one."

"Daaaaad, you diiiiiid?"

"Yes, your Mom and I both did. We had you, my Son!"

~ The Sharpie Poet