Creamo

Its warm out
just starting to melt into Spring
those optimistic weeks where everyone wears tshirts.
The day is fading, the western face of the house lit up golden
I’m outside folding each towel as i pull it off the line
the grass cool under my feet
watching you wash dishes through the back window
your top knot bobbing as you move
your lips mouthing the words of whatever song is on inside
dinner is in the oven and soon we’ll be laughing in the kitchen.

I pause
let the sight of you sink into me
and think…

Please let it be this.