It's been four months and she keeps coming-
with her own keys now.
She was great with her boy-short hair,
but she has let it grow to comfortable curls.
She often showers when he's not there,
always sing sing singing some
Celtic folk song or gut-wrenching, throbbing tune.
And when he comes with his backpack,
his laptop, and his Monday through
Friday knots in his neck,
I picture her on the other side of that door,
smile smile smiling and calling him
Baby.
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