Alone Together

Alone Together

The latch clicks as she locks the door.

I smile.

It feels like she’s telling the world, “Leave us alone. I want to be with my son.”

Sunlight filters through the curtains.

She gently sets the needle on the turntable.

The soft harmonies of Simon and Garfunkel fill the air.

At her easel, she stands with her canvas, brushes, and paints.

A flower waits in a vase, ready to be painted.

I sit on the floor with paper and crayons in hand.

Dragons and unicorns are waiting to be drawn.

Not a word is spoken.

There is no need.

We are in our own worlds—yet sharing a moment.

I am happy to be here with her.