Maybe

I ate dinner in the kitchen today. I was alone. I could hear you watching TV, but I was honestly wishing to eat alone. Maybe because of the time of day, maybe because my head is spinning. Maybe because I'm tired. Or maybe because I can't listen right now. My ears have been flooded and happily drained by little kid voices. My energy has been evaporated by little kid energy. You bicker a lot. Maybe more than a little kid. Please give me these minutes. My mornings all are yours.