The laughter seems so far away

Yet, perhaps it had been there, leaping across the room, a drink, a smile,

Here, there , again like fireworks

We slept on the pull out sofa

We fought each other for blankets

In the cold rec room with the wet bar that housed your records

The needle, riding vinyls grooves all the way round

It’s your thing, do what you wanna do

Till way, way late

“Dad, you gotta go to bed”, your daughter would say

And you would, and we would

Huddle body on body warmth

Together, taking for granted

Every single second, every single one