Sometimes I like to think about
the conversations that we used to have in the early morning
that we chose over sleep.
We would talk about moving to the mountains
and how I would cook dinner while you taught the kids how to ski.
Remember how we’d talk each night, all night
about nothing and everything until the sun came
shining through the window.
We named our kids and named our dogs
and even decided the color we were to going to paint our front door.
One time I asked you what you thought when you first met me
and you said ‘I met you and you were awesome, and so beautiful.’
And I laid in bed and smiled,
and smiled while I slept,
and when I woke,
and when I saw you.
I still smile when I see you.
Maybe someday we could have another phone call.
We could dream about the boat we’d like to own and,
a life where I’d always be there when you came home.