Mommy And Daddy Is Fighting Again

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