Small things I am ever constantly
wishing for:
To be able to call him "dear",
without being awkward.
To perhaps hold his hands
in my own,
though they may be sort of
big for that.
To do a duet with him
on guitar, and I could do vocals,
and we could have a lovely time with it.
I'd like for us to be able to
brush our teeth together,
jostling arms for space over the
bathroom sink.
I'd like to ride the subway with him
at an obscene hour of the morning.
Like I said,
wash dishes with him.
Make him tea when he's feeling
under the weather.
(I wonder if he likes tea...?)
Have small and meaningful
silences, in a room full of
books, where we would not
have to speak to say
what we wanted to.
And really,
I'd love to be able to say
"I love you"
just once.
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