eaglesnest

You sit in your spot, the dog at your feet, the children running about. We lounge, inches apart. There is nothing lacking. You are here. We are happy and the puzzle pieces fit. You didn’t say anything to cement this life you are embracing toy our own. You do say instead that you are thinking of buying a house far away. You say maybe you will finally hit the road. You say visit you. You didn’t say why you’d be so impulsive, so quick to leave this peace you’ve finally found.
I watch you rest and ease into our life, shedding the cares of your job, of your aloneness. I watch you meld into our family and I wait. I know and I didn’t say, won’t say, that I will sit here like le petit prince, coming daily to wait. I say “You know where to find me” I see you, Fox, and I will bide my time. Sitting always where you know I will be. I wait.
You move closer, cautious. And true to character, you believe you are not giving in to any desire to be found, but that you are taming me.
I didn’t say I love you. You didn’t say I love you. We didn’t say anything.
You stand to take care of the meal. The dog follows you, indignant that you dared move away from where he wants to find you. And I didn’t say you belong to the dog, you belong to this family. You feed him from the table, indulge his demands of you to be here. And you believe you are taming him.