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!