In the bedroom we have a framed photo on the chest of drawers. Oak at that time another “intervened” among us, the other still growing in the abdomen. But now they both say very clearly, show with a finger, shouts, interfere with the conversations that we have not yet had before, and in the hugs, too, suddenly something appears between the legs.

Looking at that picture, I keep thinking where is our two time? How do we find him? In the evening, when we break up with the kids, someone wakes up in the middle of the night, wakes another one, but the other one doesn’t tear his eyes off or thinks it’s some kind of dream. In the current time, when there is no way to ask for help, that “two” longing is even bigger and more painful.

Then we try to catch the “two” in the smallest moments: look at each other with eye-catching, “what did they think again?!”, hug the stove with the words “how do I love you”, let’s pamper each other with the food we make, make coffee for each other, sometimes what kind of cremiss is slandering dance or the English alphabet singing impatiently… Sometimes, and yes, sometimes when we don’t think about another movie… (but that was a long time ago)… The “two of you” were some day at the beginning of the new year when we sat down and wrote dreams, goals, priorities for this year. Now that billed leaf hangs between the toilet and the dark door of the room. Very clearly visible instead. I think the common goal in this time would be that the “two” metaphorically speaking would not be lowered into a sewer well or closed in a dark room between the grits. For the “two” to get the time to ask for help … and the gaze will loosen, hands capable of hugging without “intervening”.

And what’s your “two” at the moment?

Photo @joanaburn

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