you

I so miss

my spot in your bed,

our early mornings, late mornings,

me sneaking out for a run

then coming back to your sleeping legs around me

and the way the wind comes through the windows

and turns the chestnut tree leaves around

in front of the house.

People are starting to walk by

with their dogs and coffees.

They have no idea how much is happening

inside our little womb.

How many little kisses

we breathe

then miss

as soon as they’re gone.