Love Language

Photo by Jojo Yuen (sharemyfoodd) on Unsplash

I can trace the origins of almost all my inside jokes to things overheard or observed. I like to think this is another way the universe reveals our connections to one another. This is the origin story of one inside joke.

The child in the next room insists

(in a volume only achieved by children and fire alarms)

"I need a biscuit!"

We roll forward out of sleep

into a bright summer morning

tucked, as we are, in this hotel bed.

The noises of the family in the next room

touches the edges of our silence.

We turn to each other, foreheads touching,

whisper, "Biscuit" and smile into the darkened room.

Another life woven into ours.

Another soul carried in the endless spaces of our hearts.