The Little Things

The Little Things

I wonder if we’ll ever share a bed

If we’ll argue about which lights to leave on, overhead

If we’ll make lunch together, and debate the seasonings

Over who’s doing the laundry, or leaving the window open

Rummage around holding phones, looking for runaway pens

Take turns taking the trash out, decide which wine we’re ordering

If you’re doing the drying, when I’m doing the washing

If we’re going out for dinner, or just watching the game and drinking

I’ve followed your footsteps, sifting
through the fallen leaves

Gathering eternal love

Will I ever get to gather the little things?

©CM
24.10.2014