Those little things

The hand that finds mine while we wait in the coffee line

The smile that that flits across your face when you find me in the crowd

The way you pull me against you in the middle of the night

even while you sleep

The conversation that ends up in unexpected places

The flight of ideas and creativity

The hair on the back of your hands

The crystal blue of your eyes

The way you say caramel

the smell of your armpit

The 100 songs we share

that can still bring me to tears

The messy handwriting on love notes and cards

that so touch my heart

That look on your face

the one that lets me know you want me

And the sound when your voice breaks.....

Those little things of beauty that I hope I will never forget. 

KAB

Pieces of Me

You Don't get to choose which piece of me suits your purpose today

You don't get to play with the pieces

And then place them back on the shelf

when you are done

You don't get to say 

Today is too hard

And I don't want to show up

You don't get to take from me

All that you need to fill you

And then leave me standing there 

Empty

You don't get to bask 

In the admiring

Glow of my love

And offer crumbs in return

You don't get to swoop in 

Like Yesterday's hero

And claim all my effort

Then tell me you are too busy

No, you don't get to take only

the pieces of me you want today

KAB Nov 2017