Negative Space

The beauty in my lullabies,

the dark nights swallow.

The surfaces recleaned,

infinitely.

Pillow fights and silly faces

Before an accident.

Empty stomachs...filled with...

Breakfasts, lunches, dinners

Coffee made before he wakes,

First thing,

Just there, always.

Turning off all the lights,

Then on again,

before he returns.

Sowing up a whole in Teddy's ear

No one else noticed was there.

Laundry done.

Spiderwebs, dust...

Not turning on the TV.

Not getting mad.