Butterfly Dance

There’s something about the way

his voice is different when it’s just us.

His voice already full of warmth

and kindness for all the embrace.

But when he talks just to me,

there is a tenderness to it

that feels like a butterfly’s wings

dancing on my heart.

I long for the moments when

it’s just the two of us

so I can feel those sweet flutters

that bring out my truest smiles.

Maybe it’s the Way

Maybe it’s the way you send me books just because

Maybe it’s the way you find my favorite wine without asking

Maybe it’s the way you learn to play my favorite games

Maybe it’s the way you bounce when you’re really excited

Maybe it’s the way you always remember to ask after my dog

Maybe it’s the way you listen to me talk about my day

Maybe it’s the way you go the extra mile to make me smile

Maybe it’s the way you say me name and your eyes light up

There’s a lot of maybes in life but there is one thing I know for sure:

I can’t help myself from falling for you over an over.

Christmas Past

Do you remember that Christmas eve

maybe 4 or 5 Christmases ago

when we couldn’t share an evening

without a bottle in our hand

and a phone in the other?

We talked for hours,

slowly drinking ourselves into bliss

and digging ourselves into conversations

we couldn’t get out of without

one of us getting hurt?

You broke my heart that evening

and Christmas has never been the same.

Christmas Future

I long for the year when

you and I will walk up the front steps

of our waiting relative’s home.

With a bottle of wine in one hand

and yours in the other,

our time with family will feel

cozy and warm, with love abound.

I long for a room full of laughter,

stories, and memories shared

but it all fades away when I

look at you sitting next to me

in the glow of Christmas lights

knowing in my heart

this is the first Merry Christmas of many.

To Fall

If only it was as easy for us

to fall in love right now

as it is for the bright leaves

to fall to the ground.

We could be graceful,

taking our time as we

float and enjoy the journey

but instead we grip

the branches for dear life,

scared to let go and

slip into the unknown

of a new adventure

and worried about changes

happening to us that are

out of our control.

If only it was as easy for us

to fall in love right now

as it is for the bright leaves

to fall to the ground.

We would be just as

beautiful and lovely.

Hush Puppies

I may not be an expert on romance,

but no little gesture is ever too small.

Don’t think I didn’t notice you when

you ordered your side as hush puppies

and gave them to me just because

you remembered how disappointed

I was the last time we were together

and I couldn’t find them anywhere.

That shit belongs right up there

with giving Lady the last meatball.