She gets onto the bus
and forgets about me.
Immersed in a different world
filled with friends,
and social media,
and talking about middle school things.
When she returns in the afternoon, I ask her about her day.
Fine, she says
flipping her hair back
like she always does.
Why do you want to know how my day was?
School is boring and I don’t want to have to relive it for your benefit.
Just fine? I ask.
She rolls her eyes.
I don’t know her anymore.
She has a whole world that I am not part of.
I only get to see her at night
when she’s busy doing homework,
or texting her friends.
But before she closes her eyes to sleep
she wraps her arms around my neck
and kisses me.
And I’m reminded of my duty to her
to be there.
and all that comes after.