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Written 4/2/01
I poked at my dinner with my fork,
as I watched her eat.
Noticing my behavior, she
stopped, and asked me, What’s wrong?
I said, Nothing, I just like watching the way you eat.
She smiled, and shook her head.
I hadn’t asked her to cook that evening.
I was planning on warming up some leftovers,
but she decided to surprise me.
It wasn’t anything fancy though,
but that didn’t matter to me.
I appreciated her thoughtfulness.
I watched her slender fingers, as she
twirled her fork
to pick up some spaghetti noodles, and
how the muscles of her jaw tensed and relaxed,
while she chewed.
She stopped eating, and told me, Stop
doing that.
I asked her, What? laughing slightly.
She said, You know what.
I grinned, and told her, I’ll stop.
Later that evening, we were stretched
out on the couch,
lazily watching T.V.
She was using me as a pillow, while
I lightly trailed my fingers through her soft auburn hair.
She broke our silence with a sigh,
and said, Isn’t this heaven?
I didn’t say anything, except mmhmm,
and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.
Looking up at me, she said, I’m feeling
tired.
Do you want to go to bed now?
I wasn’t feeling that tired, but knew
she preferred falling asleep with me beside her,
so I told her, I’m ready if you are.
She smiled, and we got up off the couch.
Then the buzzer from my alarm clock woke me up,
and I found myself lying in bed, alone..