Warm feet sleeping quietly beneath the blanket cuff
A scuffed heel left uncovered
Laundered blouses draping the couch arm
A school book, dog-eared and torn
That jagged chicken-scratch of your writing, scribbled on the back of yesterday's junk mail
Emtpy drinking jars scattered in careless trails
Your complete attention, when I crumpled myself in a heap on the bed
The laughter your wide, chiding eyes erupt in me
A simple brown coffee mug
The incredible size of your hands
Last night's discarded movie,
The half-popped kernals on the floor beneath the coffee table
Soiled socks crawling out of shoes smattered with restaurant smells
These are these things that make up our lives.
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