Where We Started

You walk into the kitchen,

flipping on the light as you

hobble towards me.

I hate this.

You don't know that, though.

If you did, we wouldn't be here.

We'd still be in the dark

where we started.

Sometimes, I wonder how

I got here--

where I started.

I don't have an answer.

That's okay, for once.

I'm happy just to be here.

- P. G. -