i sit on the porch late into the night with him
strumming the guitar and sipping drinks.
feeling desperate to capture the moment
it’s dark. it’s late. no lights.
i want to capture it.
the shadows. the darkness.
miss june on the steps keeping watch.
the stillness. the crickets.
i want to freeze these reminders
that life is quiet.
life is good.
life is ours.