02-15-2026, 11:00 PM
Nonetheless (edit 0.02-title change, thanks all)
I smile at the sound
of your laughter.
The TV is streaming
in the background,
our phones are channeled
directly to our ears, open
laptops gently tapping.
I’m content not to know
what made you blurt Whoa!
or chuckle or poke your phone
in frustration. I am listening
to last night’s concert
and writing a poem.
I watch you stoke the fire.
It’s fine.
I smile at the sound
of your laughter.
The TV is streaming
in the background,
our phones are channeled
directly to our ears, open
laptops gently tapping.
I’m content not to know
what made you blurt Whoa!
or chuckle or poke your phone
in frustration. I am listening
to last night’s concert
and writing a poem.
I watch you stoke the fire.
It’s fine.


