Thank you for bringing home a carton of milk.
And for putting away the clean laundry.
For always remembering to put the seat down,
and for caring for my parents fondly.
You don’t leave empty jars in the fridge,
and you refill the toilet paper.
You go outside to smoke, and you
simply make my world a little safer.
Ten years you’ve stood by me, can you believe?
And though so much of us became routine,
I can honestly say,
that in your everyday way
you’re the piece of the puzzle
that makes my life complete.
I’ve, in fact, been single for the past ten years, so in a way it would have been easier for me to go with the alternative optional prompt at NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 4, which was to write a break-up poem. The reason I chose to go with this was because I liked the prompt, the fact that it wanted us to write a love poem without exalting the target of our affection. It isn’t the blood-red roses, hearts or the rainbows, the heaving bosoms, the bedroom eyes or any of that stuff that make up love – at least not to me. No that’s just the honey-moon stage. It is the everyday things… The helping out around the house without being asked. The closeness. The sitting in silence… The camaraderie… And this is what came from those thoughts.