During Our Absence

I want it all back
I want to play cards all night
I want to sit in the garage
with the radio on
the awful DJ’s, redundant songs
I want a touch of nonsense
I want the interruptions
“Jacob, don’t so that!”
I want midnight shopping
wandering endless aisles
milk, bananas, cereal, bread
I want a long drive
insist that I stay
“Too late alone,” you say
I want to go to the park
let the dog run free
push Serena on the swing
will she love me again?
I want you to call me
I want to know it all
tell me I’m wrong
I’ve never been right once
ask for the details
see through my face
I miss everything
I want it all back

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