It’s you, who makes it all magical.
You create the fire place and the library.
The moment a coffee bean turns into a delicious foamy drink.
The voice of a busy city, and the sight of a cat waiting.
The feel of a sunset shining through the brisk morning wind.
The touch of our hands, through our gloves, warming.
The room in which we read and wait, for the march to end.
Are we waiting? Or are we mating?
Maybe we’re married, only in front of a bookshelf.
Or while we enjoy a look across, over a bridge and a river.
Or when we share our plates for dinner.
Or as we sleep and wake up next to each other.
Maybe that’s our new word for dating.