From Following Sounds

I sometimes notice something new--
his expressions sometimes change.
We flirt as if we haven't met before,
we forget we can be seen.
I imagine us dancing sometimes,
rocking out to air guitar
and sideways glances when we speak
to hide a slight envy.
His wisdom can still impress deeply
and I stop to reflect on it.
I try to use foresight with him.
Sometimes I succeed.
Sometimes I dream we'll have a garden,
also succulents in the kitchen.
I'll bring the potted herbs back inside
when the winter chill arrives.
Sometimes he holds me
and makes me heavy and heated--
too stifled to sleep.
I never dream of him,
but fantasize sometimes.
And he will tell me when he's hungry
or when he wants to make love.
Sometimes I curb his appetite,
sometimes I fulfill his needs.
I used to tell him I would move to Santa Fe
and he would look perplexed.
Now I tell him when I'm angry
and try so hard to compromise.
Sometimes I need to try harder.
We both miss New York.
We both know this might be it.
We're okay with that.

-G.B.W.