The struggles we share.
1. A couple years ago In a magazine or a yahoo news headline Or something I read that lovers who grow old together often Resemble each other.
2. Sometimes Ill be watching cops ((You really like cops) At least I think you would) I chuckle at the thought, You come home restless but sore, Throw your bag on the counter, 'How was your day?' you can’t get through the first sentence Without giving me our nightly kiss. (I paid attention, you said ‘oh it was fine, a little slow but’/Nightly If we don’t make love, anyways.) But nightly is good, We’ve learned patience (together) We savor each moment we have.
3. My recliner sits like a rock in our living room With the aged burgundy carpet, Rubbing a sore spot on my chest (The phrase ‘growing pains’ isn’t a blessing at this age so I Have to be careful) its no big deal. I feel my sternum stretch, My young spine is still somehow tired And cracks deeply, You hold me in a baseball glove, fit to me like Leather.
4. We laugh like the creaky floorboards in the tired yellow kitchen, We dance like fools to songs Most would now consider old, (our childhood never really ends) We kick and we snap {( into focus) effortlessly) always}
5. sometimes when I look in the mirror, {(Steamed, you can only See me where I’ve wiped it away) You can’t ever really get it off)} I’ll notice some things haven’t changed, I don’t make any excuses for the bags under my eyes: But you wrap your arm around my stomach, You’re content and quiet with your Lips in my shoulder blade.)
6. Sometimes, On the routine days, with cops And a nightly kiss, I look at the tv and notice my Lungs catch the light, Your anchored smile helps me breathe, Like the quiet hum of the AC at night, In bed Or leaves tapping on the window, OrThe rain applauding the struggles We share
7. I’ll clean the gutters tomorrow, You don’t have to ask
