Its mornings like this one,
that remind me of the things that make our love unique.
Like this this morning, when I walked into the bedroom,
ready for work
to find you curled around my pillow,
not quite awake, not quite asleep,
I whisper that I'm off to work, and you serenade me sleepily
crooning to me,
"I'm like a lovesick puppy chasing you around"
with the radio,
and we share together a laugh at my rebuttal,
and finger-tip kisses
before I head off
for the day,
and I think about you on the train,
and smile to myself,
because it's in these moments
that only we share,
that I see things in you
that you have never shared with anyone else.
these little things that I cherish,
these things that make us, what we are.