One Drop At A Time

Soap suds in the kitchen as we work:

You wash while I dry.

A Katy Perry song plays, and you laugh –

the winter sun reflected in your eyes.

Snowflakes on the windows of the bus,

wet leather in the air.

As laughter flows to silence, suddenly –

your fingers in my hair.

Rain on my umbrella in the street,

the city sleeping soundly.

Street light shines in pools beneath our feet

as your arms wrap around me.