We find ourselves in this dance
Between loads of laundry and ironing clothes,
Something we discovered we both like?
I find solace and calm between folding clothes,
The quiet of the day turning to night,
Order from chaos,
Pattern from clutter,
Pressed clean and warm,
The way your scent lingers on my skin,
Funny how these things make me smile
Mysterious like Mona Lisa
Looking past the frame of a picture.
I imagine you many miles from me,
On roads leading to nowhere in particular,
There is familiar with this,
When you find yourself alone yet you keep striving,
The moment of unknown points
Dots along a map,
As the ancient sailors used to navigate across the night sky,
Nighttime comes again and I count down the days when you are sleeping by my side again.