It’s nights like these 
you on your corner of the couch, 
me on mine… 
with toes touching
Like always–
A couple of kids
tucked in between us
As we re-watch 
Labyrinth for the 50-eleventh time
breaking it down, 
for the next kid in line… 
If we’d arrived 
from any different planes of existence 
From living rooms with both parents 
Who weren’t too tired
To give a damn
We might not be here. 

And You
We
Were worth it all.