Restless

His leg won’t let go
of that other place
the one on the end
of what used to be a line

Home in hand
his food turned fast
as half-hearted fork
fails to reach face

It makes me half-smile
impatience for a world
he can speak to
so very far away

The other half
a growing resentment
noise I know well
and my lack thereof

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