Michael Anthony

Cohabitation

I remember the days, years ago,

of negotiating our terms of living together

Learning to navigate each other’s emotional maps  

 

It was an awkward and exciting time

Nothing was too much to ask,

nothing too small to remember  

 

Here we are now, in our days of gold,

trying to agree on what we want to plant in our garden,

or which book we should both read next  

 

I’ll fall asleep tonight next to you

with hope and a chance

to see my best friend again

In the dusty amber morning light

Filtered through windows you asked me to clean weeks ago!