He surprised me with love on a Monday.
Not with an extra cup of coffee before work
Or with fresh dinner instead of Sunday's leftovers
Not with a ride from the bus stop
Or laundry folded just so.
Not with Monday love.
He surprised me with declarations
That belong between hours
The gap in the woodwork
Where night purples to morning.
He held me
Like we were already grandparents
And all the photo albums had been filled
But we had not run out of things to say.
My shoulders rose, catlike
Chafing at the 5:47pm of it all.
Of me.
But he does not blink.
Relax your shoulders
And let me love you forever.
