to watch my parents play like children in the center of science
made my heart sing.
the constellation of my family has reached perfection.
I have found myself
worried
caring
loving
immensely.
we were sitting in a café
with a view over a river
my dad talking about the binary system
my mom about her summer in Bulgaria years ago.
in the evening
when they left
tiny little pieces of sadness filled the air
fell on the floor
slowly
like a feather.
last night my loneliness was full of this woman and this man.
I slept blissfully.
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