waking up with you
on a Saturday morning
with no plans
letting the day unfold
looking forward to
almost anything
cooking dinner together
that feeling where
I can’t tell where my skin ends
and yours begins
my head in your lap
your fingers in my hair
as we watch one of our shows
your feeding me
Ben and Jerry’s
Cherry Garcia
my phone buzzing
and knowing it’s a text
from you
laughing so hard
my stomach
hurts
telling you about my day
and hearing all about
yours
being
someone’s emergency contact
having an inside
story
with you
having you
to turn to
for all of life’s questions
a future
with
you
being one half
of
an us
saying
my husband
present tense
one more day
to breathe the same air
as you
the feel of your hand
in mine
your strong hands
kneading the stress
out of my shoulders, my feet, my hands
hearing you sing
off-key to the song
on the radio
riding on the back of the Harley
winding up the canyons
and back down
sharing a beer
with you
very Ghost-movie-esque
falling asleep
and waking up
and you’re there
dreaming
together
of the future
hoping
that the chemo
would work
one more day
to tell you
how much I love you
one more moment
to thank you for a lifetime
of moments
one more second
to tell you
goodbye
for if I were
telling you goodbye
you’d still be here
I will spend
a lifetime or two
loving you
if I had it all to do again
I wouldn’t waste
a single moment
