And this is what it is.
Monday- Meatloaf Night
Waking up next to you, pulling the cover up close
To my chin, eyes darting left, for a second.
Did you take out the trash?
I see you and I am just glad you are there.
Where are my keys, I can never find them.
Telling you to close the screen door
fifteen times a day and knowing you ignore me
On purpose.
Tuesday- Tacos.
Is the iron on? I think that I left the iron on.
Making your favorite meal when you buy me
a copy of my favorite musical
Because it’s Valentine’s day or, my birthday
and even though you are mad at me about something
trivial, of course, you don’t forget the things that I celebrate
you don’t forget the kisses that you receive.
I saw your wallet, it was on the dresser, I thought…
Who moved the can opener?
Fighting about semantics but dropping it
the instant a third party appears
who doesn’t know us because
what we do is none of their business.
Wednesday, what do we eat on Wednesday?
Telling you I love you without words
Staring at you while you stare at the TV.
And this is what it is.
This is love.
So familiar, so regular, so humble, so daily, so small
And insanely Thursday.
Chili Night.