I've been humming you under my breath for days
(since always)
Do you hear my footsteps writing stories about our adventures
Are you well-aware of the songs we're going to scream in our car
The color of our walls we're going to fight over
I want my side black because I need to write on it
Yours a shade of purple
(so beautiful I said yes when you showed it to me)
Our bed will be witnessing our messed-up intimacy
Leaving us wordless, just speechless and shaken
Our doors will always be locked
(Because of our much needed privacy)
Well, except on stormy days
(Because you know we have to hide in the mini-library)
The kitchen tiles are your works of art
Your 3 am bursts of needed paint on canvass
I see myself walking around the house with a proud smile on my face
Our doors will have poetry written for you
To remind you of our journey together
And how each pause just opened another way to each other's arms
Your paint brushes will keep leaving paint on my table
Where my poems sat peacefully, waiting for your hands
Beyond evergreen branches and moon song shadows
our child-like hearts will rest
I will hold this hope in my heart