Moments that are not mine.
Unbeknownst to schedules and timelines.
Oblivious to bills and balances of our home.
You earn moments from the other.

Snuggled and hidden.
I steal them from you.
Through windows and glass doors.
I watch rainy days on back porches.
And your dividends of togetherness are my profit too.


                                                     {week 29}:  my 2 in 52