Slow Bloom

You laugh at your own bad jokes

Half a curl in your hair

Half awake

Coffee stain on your favorite coat

You say my name like it’s a secret

Love

It’s a slow bloom

Tiny roots in a small room

Day by day

We grow into

“Hey

I think I’m home with you”

Love

Just a slow bloom

Nothing loud

Just true

You dance while the pasta boils

Bare feet on a cold tile floor

Burned sauce

But you kiss my hand

Say

“Guess we’re ordering in again”

Years from now

If our hands shake

Will you still steal the covers

Still scribble hearts on the page of my name?

I’ll still choose you

In the quiet

In the rain