I watch Joey run towards school in pants too big, shoes too small. I can't keep up, I want it all to be over, and in this one minute, I want time to stop. I want the dog to stay healthy, the kids to stay simple. Joey turns around and waves and runs into school, and this I simply can't believe today. And then I am alone.
The neighbor boy has grown up. Our roof needs replacing. I've gotten soft in the middle and lost my jawline. Absolutely nothing fits; the house is too big, the marriage is too small. Friendships are either too far gone or too new to know. And I am alone.