today

i lie next to the chop each night,
his tiny arms wrapped around my neck,
his sweet, warm breath on my cheek.
sing me the pie song, mama.
my bedtime set list is the same each night as
i serenade the boy-who-holds-my-heart.
he interrupts, my tummy hurts.
i ask where and he points to his chest.
i tell him that is where his  heart is.
mama. i think my heart is broken he whispers into the darkness.
i explain when one's heart is broken, that it
means the person is reallyreallyreally sad about something.
i ask him if he feels sad.
no. i'm good.
and he kisses my cheek.

for today,
i am good, too.