I was waiting
for someone
to love boundlessly
and now we are
one repeated loop.
I was waiting
for someone
to love boundlessly
and now we are
one repeated loop.
When my person comes home late,
and I have the choice:
to curl into sleep I know is good
or into their arms and conspiratorial
whispers, I almost always forget
the tired days, my solemn vow
to crawl into dreams as soon as I can.
In the face of the vows we keep
together. I am forgetting
how it felt to be lonesome
first and foremost. I am able
to get by with fewer dreams
now that I am not all longing.
My husband asked me please not to leave washcloths in the sink
and I said, sorry, I thought that was him.
I asked my husband for a can of soup
and he also made me a grilled cheese sandwich.