Illuminated
Photo by Sergey Zolkin on Unsplash We sit together sometimes on weekdays, sound off, only our faces showing in little boxes on a computer screen. You type. I type. I nod my head to the music filling my ears. Sometimes I watch you when my writing mind is stuck, taking in the way you tilt your head, or hunch your back. Sometimes, I note the details of the room that surrounds you, like the stack of books behind you, or the way you've decorated your wall, a s if these details may come in handy someday. But today is one of the last times we'll meet this way. The time for goodbye has come. And I already miss this, all our faces framed in their little squares while, for one hour, we illuminate our writing.