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.