Chimes
One. Two. Three.
My husband moves farther away—
He shuffles his feet
Four. Five. Six.
My baby cuts his little teeth—
His blue eyes are questioning
Six. Five. Four.
It's a little frightening—
I try but cannot make you stay
Three. My husband's wanderlust…
Two. My baby's maturing indignation…
One. Neither of you will stay.
Our separate alone-ness…
