That feeling after
    picking dried Elmer’s glue
    off your fingertips,
    or finishing the leftovers
    right before grocery day
    and leaving an empty fridge,
    or finally tonguing that
    popcorn shell
    you’ve been working on all morning.

That’s how I feel every time
    I no longer hear my toddler in the other room
    and get images from
    Final Destination movies
    or the phone pole scene from
    Hereditary
    and I race to find you
    reading a book or playing with your toys
    and you smile at me
    like everything’s fine.