30/30 – Day 18
Another short one, inspired by Sierra DeMulder’s beautiful ‘What to do after you have memorised the face of the person you love‘.
When I knew we were in trouble.
When you pulled a tub of chicken soup mix
out of your kitchen cupboard without being asked.
When we laughed more than we cursed
for every mile under our feet, the uphills welcome.
When you asked no questions,
let me dissolve like rice paper, leave black mascara streaks
on your favourite shirt.
When I curled into the echoes of your chest
fell asleep to the drum that meant home.