Poems About Her

In 15 Years

We live in a two bedroom apartment on the third floor. It's nice and cozy with a big shower but tiny closets. We smoke cigarettes on the balcony, next to our potted succulents. We also grow herbs. We have a view of the small city and local parks from the balcony, and its nice to sit and watch the sun set after a long day at work. 

You paint and draw and meditate and I observe you while doing my day to day things. You are so beautiful that it is hard to stop observing and do those day to day things, but I manage. I love to cook for you, to try to express my love in flavors, and even though I make a lot of mistakes and somethings turn out crooked or a little too brown, its okay because we can always order take out. 

We do silly things, like putting bath bubbles on each other's noses or having pillow fights. Your old soul brings out the child in me. We kiss, a lot. We laugh, a lot. 

We both go to work in the morning, and we always lay with each other until its guarenteed we will be late if we stay any longer. I make coffee, you fix my hair, we smile sleepily and kiss each other goodbye. 

At night, we explore record stores and hole-in-the-wall restaurants together, obnoxiously photographing everything we do. We watch movies and I sign you songs and we talk about the universe. We love each other. We love.