Mommy and Daddy is fighting again
Their voices rising like storms in a small room
Lightning made of words I don’t understand
Thunder shaking the pictures on the wall
I sit on the stairs
Counting the spaces
Between the shouts
Like counting breaths
Like maybe if I hold still enough
The house will remember how to be quiet
I wish I could hand them a blanket
Big enough to cover the whole argument
Tuck it in at the corners
Tell it to hush and go to sleep
But I’m just here
Listening to love sound like breaking glass
Waiting for the moment
When the door clicks
The storm softens
And someone remembers
To come find me