You’d say its a shame you could only gaze at it before bed… Made no sense in my head.
Our bedroom had a view of the moon… magic hours were between 10 and 2. Lost on me, but for some reason it always enhanced your mood. Never truly understood you. You would hum, and I can’t say I cared for the simple tune… never ended too soon.
We’d wake up and race each other to the bathroom.
With toothpaste slathered across your grin; we’d stare at each others’ reflection as we brushed our teeth. You had more time than me to get ready, so your face in my space bothered me…
Compromised on the water temperature as we showered together. I’d long for more heat… even just a few degrees. You’d pick out my clothes. I began to forget what I’d bought on my own… Kiss each other goodbye. Relieved to have space for just a moment of time. Send me texts while I’d catch my breath between meetings… How could you miss me already? Race each other home. Loser cooks dinner.
Then fill me in on your day. How much could have happened while I was away? Laugh too hard when I’d tell you about that awkward reception lady in grey. A glass of wine? Red- doesn’t matter the kind. Watch a movie and unwind. I’ll loosen my tie. Race each other to the bedroom.
Spin and undress each other, and then dress in each other. Combine. Intertwine like the fresh juice of a lemon and lime.
The memory of you has been long gone. An uneven match never prone to make it past dawn. In my old age, I lay here in bed while my wife reads in the other room.
It is a quarter ’til 2. I lay here and hum a simple tune as I stare at the moon. Knowing somewhere out there… you are too.