The Life They Couldn’t Imagine

On the couch. On the floor. Sometimes outside on the steps.

And she’d start talking about something small.

A bird she saw that morning.
A song she couldn’t get out of her head.
A memory from when she was a kid.

At first, I didn’t understand why.

Later, I realized she wasn’t changing the subject.

She was changing my pace.

The world tells you to move faster.

Hannah taught me when to stop.

When she got pregnant, everything shifted again.

Not suddenly.