when you're washing the dishes,
or dusting the cabinets,
just an awareness of a lack of a lack.
suddenly you're aware of how empty you were
and how this emptiness was always routine,
that you never paid heed to its presence
like a hole near a wall, that you've walked past day by day,
and you never knew it was there, 'till it wasn't.
cause now you're filled.
over flowing, to the brim,
content
and his chin rests on your shoulder,
your mouth stretches taut:
a smile bursting at it's seams
