Non-Custodial

photo by CYAER

Have you ever sat in one place and watched it get dark?

By that I mean have you sat alone in one place without moving or speaking, staring at a boat or a building or a stadium across the water while the shadows deepen and swell up into the sky until everything turns blue-black?

A chill breeze across the river sets me shivering.

I wonder where my girls are now, whether they are still at the airport or on their way to their new house, a home I will never be part of, our lives now unshared.

Strangers.

 

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