broken circle, brother, life, son, woman
Sun sets early now. I turned the outside lights on so you could see when you pull in the driveway. Just like the old days.
The dishes are washed and put away, places set. They are waiting.
My son tells me physics bedtime stories but he doesn’t know where to put things away. He is waiting.
My brother, brave and deep, sits on his bed and watches another episode of the same episode again. He is waiting.
My personal things are packed, but the balance will be stowed away with me tomorrow. I am not waiting.