poem

 Dancing

I just want to hold you again

We’ll put on some music 

And call it dancing

Turn off the furnace

And call it cuddling

Watch a sad movie together

And call it comforting

Trade in the king for a twin

And call it spooning

I’d love to spend a lifetime

Thinking of ways 

Of putting my arms around you 

Even when I’m leaving

We call it saying goodbye 

5/1/22