she makes the mountains that move you

i came early and stayed late, so i could spend as much time as possible with you.  But you were around and about and no where to be seen. and when you left i looked down from a cloud and saw you with her arm linked in yours.  agility training.  a butt kicking bootcamp.  she builds digital mountains about love and they look just like mine.  I want to cry in the car, did you hear, she makes mountains with computers - how could this happen? i weep into the whispywhisp baby hair on top my nephew's head.