You study intensely, those papers before you
the lines, the details, every inch changes the game plan.
A simple dot could be a door, a window.
Clank falls the ruler and your eyes dart away from the table.
I have distracted you as you reach over for a silent kiss.
A chastised child as I order you back to work.
The scribbling of the eraser, long lanky fingers
graceful with pencil and paper. You are unaware
of my attention. My silent scribble is much like your own.
Deeply absorbed, studying, concentrating,
eyes dart from drawing to reading words to calculator.
Another distraction, but not myself.
A forgotten acquaintance, once maybe friend.
But now is not the time for socialization.
It is time to work as you delve back down to the drawings,
head bowed to work. A scratch of the head,
a bounce of the foot, it is early in a night filled with work.
But you know, as well as I, that it will end,
it will come to a close,
as you will bring me home,
wrap me up in blankets
and slowly, but surely,
rock to sleep.
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