her footsteps are lighter today
she didn’t drop her baggage
flop face down on the bed
or sob her frustrations away
he entered with his heavy footsteps
no anger or stress to forget
she sped through the room
and then with a boom
in the air she leapt
and off her feet he swept
the peak of their days meet
their bed creaks
their frame squeaks
their bodies talk
their souls speak
they pad to the bathroom
around the bed
they head to the closet
and lie back down
to revel at the life thus far
they’ve led
other days it’s quiet;
the air is dense
she sits on me
head in her hands
he lays on the bed
no words are uttered but the room is tense
they don’t move but would argue
what are they to do
when the team splits in two
one tip-toes over and lends a shoulder
reassuring that it will be them
regardless of where life lands
Kailani is an amateur writer. She writes for the love of writing. It is her sincerest form of expression—a way to put her wide-ranging ideas and life experiences into something cohesive. As a clinical therapist, she helps others find, listen to, and use their voice. And her writing is her voice. The world as she experiences it is her inspiration, and her love of personal flair fuels her style. She doesn’t think she’s to write the next great American novel, but she’s to write something. Stay curious.
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