Blank Verse - Off days in Between Perfection

I hear his footsteps leading to our door

I put the plate of food on the table

He loosens his tie, smiles and sits down

These are the days in between the pictures

The pictures you put on your fridge

Even the day he brought a rose home

Flowered me with apologies for his lateness

No ones perfect you know, he said to me,

Even the day we sat at the steak house

Testing each other, how many languages

we could say "I love you" in

Somehow all got lost in translation

All I could remember is I don't eat Red Meat

But I cook it for him all the time

I know that many days will come with out

Smiles for the camera, but that alright

Sacrifices in this one on one game come with

Slam dunks, gifts, and even unexpected freestyles

I can capture all these moments in my head

Even when the rose has withered away

When there is nothing to talk about at all

Like the time I asked him what exactly he was thinking

Blooming springtimes have passed to a new dawn

A summer like the first except 8 trip deep into the sun

A new beginning with no end in sight - till infinity

Most days silence can't even fit between

Our words, back and forth like ping pong

Tossing and turning and then he holds me

But in these memories of waiting for the flash

Waiting for the punch line to a good joke

I like them like a frown with a smile 'cause

the suns in your eyes and its a good day

Then the clouds tickle the sky and you can see me

Not black and white anymore, now some gray

Clearly out of focus because he kissed me

But I'm just so damn tired, I work too much

Like waking before the sunrise, De Ja Vu

Again and again, just to pay the bills

Through times not worth a magnet for you fridge

I will love him in between the photos still

(Originally Written 2006 Spring)