When Love Is In the Leftovers

At the end of the day,

When the world stops moving

And I stop giving, serving, doing…

I collapse into my indulgent need

To be selfish.

Depleted and exhausted

Cranky and empty

Closing in…

I offer little

You want more.

I stretch through

You bend too…

We meet there.

My light now dim

We soak it in

Once again. 

You always get the leftovers.



You work so tirelessly

All day long

Numbers and figures

That are relentlessly torturing.


The pressure builds high

And the stress overwhelming…

You come home to collapse

Into a haze of meandering.


Not quite there

Your presence murky

Stumbling around the chaos

Trying to gain momentum

To grasp the tasks at hand.


Depleted and exhausted

Cranky and empty

Closing in…


You offer little

I want more.

You stretch through

I bend too…

We meet there.

Your light now dim

We soak it in

Once again.

I always get the leftovers…


This is where we meet.

Life takes us here.

We find ourselves within the leftovers.


We navigate our way around our needs

Pushing, stretching, bending

Around each other.

And realize the richness of our love

Lies in this undying haze.

We filter through and find our fill…

Our love lies in the leftovers.


1 Corinthians 13:7

7 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.


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Christine Carter
Christine Carter
Christine Carter is a SAHM of two pretty amazing kids. She has been writing at TheMomCafe.com for six years, where she hopes to encourage mothers everywhere through her humor, inspiration and faith. You can also find her work on For Every Mom, Blunt Moms, Sammiches and Psych Meds, Mamapedia, Her View From Home, Huffington Post, MomBabble, and Scary Mommy. She is the author of "Help and Hope While You're Healing: A woman's guide toward wellness while recovering from injury, surgery, or illness." You can follow Christine on Twitter, Facebook, Google Plus, and Pinterest.

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