Left behind
And then it felt like I belonged, but maybe it was just the warmth of the red wine warming my sense of belonging, cuddling my ideas of home, and I wondered if the hours of work was worth it, especially as one the moment moved on I was left behind.
And now we push, and now we push, and maybe it feels like I have been pushing for so long it seems that now we need to push. And now we push. And I pushed harder because we all were pushing but now it seems to be just me. And now I push. A little more and now I push.
