Domesticity

You sit there, staring at the screen

as I walk up and tap you on the shoulder.

“The dishes are done,” I say, sponge in hand.

You smile and tap the seat next to yours.

We sit and we watch a movie neither of us remember,

interjecting comments all throughout.

We laugh, not at anything or anyone, just life.

Then we snuggle up and fall asleep

because it’s late and we’ve run out of words.

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