Taking notice
of
the rise of the morning sun
as it lights the bird feeder, just so
making it appear as though
someone
has left a light on
for comfort
I could spend my time
thinking up new ways to tell you
I love you
that don’t sound anything like
questioning things out of place
or forgotten
at the grocery store,
when I am home from work
too tired
to sort the words out
right
yet not too tired to feel the gentle weight
and warmth
of your hand as it curves around
my side and rests
just under my ribcage,
that moves, when I move
in the night
but stays in this place
for comfort
spend time in the afternoon
watching snowflakes
descend
give my
strife
to the clouds
and gather in wishes
for
peace
and
for comfort
to somehow
find you ♥