Thursday, May 31, 2018

hiding our love

I wonder if you think of me
when you do all the little things
all the routine things that you do
in the course of a day
like when you are drinking tea
from your old yellow cup
that has a crack at the edge
and how you always run your fingers over the broken line
almost as if willing to
smooth away the ridge
Do you wonder about me
when you caress that broken cup
knowing how I love to look up at your face,
at your laugh lines and crow lines that I so love
while you brush my hair away

but alas,
not all love is out in the open.

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