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10/14/18
There is a sweet little spot waiting for us
Full of big light filled windows and oddly large mirrors
Hard wood floors, blank walls, and old appliances
Right now it’s quiet, still, and empty
It’s an open promise
Endless possibility
Tomorrow you will hand money to a stranger and then poof
It will be ours
As fast as that
As quickly as a page turned in a storybook
Ours to fill with pictures and paintings
With my clicking keyboard
With your music
With my humming and goofy accents
With your sweet singing voice that you think I don’t notice
With our laughter
Our sighs
Our steps
Our movement
Together
Right now it’s me before we met
Even as we were meeting
How could I know that you would make my life impossibly
bright?
That you would make a home inside me
And paint me in a new light
Find beauty in hidden corners
Smooth out the sharp edges
While loving the roughness you found there
I thought this step would be scary
I thought I would have too much to hide
But it’s the opposite
Our little spot is patiently waiting
And it’s time to go home
