by sara maritato
You’re still here
but I don’t know how long
I will be able to keep you near
me. Forever would be good.
I’m not ready to enter my home ungreeted.
I don’t need an entire chair to myself.
You are welcome to lie horizontally
on our bed so you don’t fall off
when you move around at night.
I love you more than you love the toys
you throw around the room
until I retrieve them from below
a chair, a table, or somewhere you don’t fit.