Lunchtime

He races to his little one at lunchtime
"Feed the heart not the body"
He says to himself
He looks for those big eyes
Full of recognition
Little arms reaching up to him
This is their time
Time for hugs and kisses
Little hands on his face
A child's laughter
He tries to cram a days worth of Love
Into 1800 seconds
Trying not to think about the time
Yet it ticks off in the back of his mind
He holds him tighter
Another lunchtime is 24 hours away
He needs this moment
This Love
His heart is in his arms
Dressed in little pants
And a tiny shirt
With a gigantic smile
He never thought missing lunchtime
Could break his heart

P.Frias