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.