Your back is turned to me as you clean the house. Your attempts at wiping that brown stain off the counter are futile yet you still try every day to remove it. However, the brown stain is not what captures my attention. It is you, scrubbing and scrubbing, trying to get rid of it like you are the knight with shinning suds and the stain is the evil dragon kidnapping the Princess Pristine Counter.
You are so busy playing knight you do not see me standing there, watching you. I want to reach out to you. Make a joke like we used to do so many times before, back when things were easier. I see you attacking that stain and tears prick my eyes.