We don’t have a lot of time for just us
but we have our little hour.
Between 7 and 8.
Sometimes it’s less
Sometimes it’s more
It all becomes silent, apart from the humming fridge
Or the dishes screaming at us
Or our bed that calls for sleep
I know the day is a freight train through our brains and our eyes are tired.
And our love is quiet.
I don’t need all the things,
Like flowers, or jewellery...
Just how you look at me in my dressing gown
that really needs a wash.
Or the last piece of chocolate.
Or how you seem so taken when I tell you
‘I love you’
like it’s the first time you’ve heard it.
Like you see me.
Like I see you and not all the tasks I need you to do.
While the extension of our love rests down the hallway,
let’s cuddle up.
Let’s not decide on a movie.
Let’s say everything
And nothing.
Until one of us yawns
Until one of them needs us
Let’s just be us
The old and the new.
For our little hour.