Breakfast today

I see it in their faces  they are both feeling stressed.

Imagining the argument which left them in this mess.

I hope they make it through it, I've been there many times.

Tomorrow will be fine again, unless we crossed the line,

Where there's no coming back.

Each time just drives the wedge more in and life becomes so black.

Unless both are committed and determined to agree ... repair, ....

One will hate the other and will never make it there.

But I have no fear of friction as I sit here on my own.

Contemplating if I like it more, or wish I weren't  alone.

Toddlers hands being wiped, longs for his mother's touch.

Ignored during breakfast he loves it so much.

Staff bustling round delivering food.

All very happy and none being rude.

I like being here, sets me up for the day.

No worries no cares just my breakfast, my way ...

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