Right Here, Right There

As the roar of the dishwasher fills the background,
I lie surrounded by boxes, playthings, clutter.
And for the first time all day,
I don’t let it get to me.
I am about to lay next to you, my love,
with a couple little loves in between.

How lucky are we?

Tied together by our flower-like connection.
The seed was our creation, one we water everyday.

Every day, I miss you.
The late nights.
A floor to move our feet.
A drink to share too fast.
The dreams we’d share in the past.

Now we struggle to last.
To lay still is to steal a moment,
knowing it may not come again soon enough.
And too often we don’t steal enough for us.

But I love you.

And as I peek at a clock that is not my friend,
I write to you, for you
to know that I’m always right here.
Heart full in knowing you’re always right there.