Infinite

Our living room
It was not
Until you came around


Countless nights
In front of screen
But no motion


Now
Crawling, shrieking, laughing, climbing
Screen still on but not the focus


Paradox
At home, you seem so dominant
Outside, so fragile


Sleep
Once precarious
Now more steady
Once afterthought
Now much appreciated


Free time
Before was mindless
Now recharging


Love
Everything is about this
Everything is done with this
True when we were two
Infinitely more so now