A random poem for my wife

Love is cereal at midnight 
in bed
watching a movie

Love is talking honestly
sitting on the kitchen counter
and laughing through tears

Love is deciding what to eat
by flipping a coin
and still not picking

Love is arguing until you kiss
and forgiving once more
Because it doesn’t matter

Love is having nightmares
about losing them
and relief sensing their morning breath

Love is a mess sometimes
but a cute one
like me

Love is being un-alive apart
unhappy without them

Love is together
or nothing at all

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