Peeling boiled eggs

 

Peeling boiled eggs

Sometimes I am caught by surprise

While leaning on the kitchen sink

Peeling boiled eggs 

Thinking of your frame bent over the kitchen counter

The touch of your soft wrinkled skin in my hand

The snapping of the fresh green beans 

The sinking into your couch

The sitting on cement steps 

The beep of the microwave

The smell of daffodils in spring

You telling me how beautiful I look

Even when you couldn't see

Knowing you believed every word you said

Some days

I am still waiting to come home to you on a late summer night when the sky is turning hazy purple and the fireflies are coming out and the ground is wet beneath the grass 

Slipping running on the way home 

Circling the house

The air around us cooling and dimming

The lights inside warm and inhabited 

Waiting to take us in 

Dirty and bright eyed 

Hearts beating 

And so carelessly young 

                             — olivia gwyn