Strange days lately—

You, waking before dawn,
     catching sunrise yawns,
     quiet hours stretched too thin…

     like time itself forgot to breathe,
     days stacked high, short on sleep.

Me?

Up well past midnight with Ava,
         movie-theater popcorn,
             spotify marathons,
              swapping stories,
 morning slipping by unnoticed,
    lazy alarm collecting dust.

Our clocks flipped—
your early my late,
my sleep your wake,
a playful reversal…

of roles we’ve rehearsed so well.

Maybe next week we’ll reset.

But until then, let’s just smile at the switch—

And enjoy being each other
    like we always do, just…
                            reversed?