Just One More Minute

Just One More Minute
One time you were my favorite.
I pasted pictures of you all around my office,
Feeling squishy inside every time I’d catch sight of you.

I’d ache to talk with you just one more minute,
Hating the lady who’d cut in and say one more minute and the call would be cut.

I thought a year would never end,
And then you were home.

Almost a decade shot by.
And here we are.
Sitting across the dinner table.

It’s hard to hear you because
The toddler is singing,
The baby is crying,
And living a story is louder than I thought it’d be.

But I still love you.
You’re still my favorite.
And I still wish we could talk just one more minute.

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