Little Things
Loving me
is holding late night conversations when
neither of us are comprehensible,
or driving
an hour out of the way to visit.
Spending starry nights parked
in a field watching summer
draw out its days.
Loving me
is letting me know
you got home safe, or
reminding me a million times
to drink water because
you know I get dizzy
without it.
Late nights spent in the diner,
trying every odd food we could think of,
wanting you to taste
adventure.
Loving you
is easy. But
it’s not always fun, I know.
We get sick, we get mad, we get
tired. Exhausted, I know.
And it’s hard
to show that
I love you then.
But I do.