In the emptiness of hours,

you fill me.

Your kicks,

your hiccups

entertain my weary head

in this too large bed

for your Dad is still on his way home.

Minutes tick away

so slow, yet so fast.

You dwell unseen yet  strongly felt

just like your Dad.

The moon is as full as my belly.

Days empty as starless nights.

Waiting

for us three

to be home.

Laguna, Philippines. 2 January 2009. 10:40 am.