Starbody

There are moments when it’s quiet, save for the sound of the furnace and I’m surveying the scattered bits that form our life that I have this strange feeling. Looking at toys peppering the house, tiny socks waiting to be washed, stacks of diapers and half completed projects, I sometimes feel a loss. And I realize that I’m missing people. The people that once kept me grounded and enveloped with their assurances and constance. I’m sorry those people aren’t a phone call away to share in the experience that the boy is; my grandparents, my best friend, my father. It’s a shame that I never had the chance to let them in on our world.