Empty wine glasses
there’s a ring on your hand
you and me, our two left feet
falling into rhythm under the eclipse
We paint the walls of our shared apartment
every now and then, we sit in silence
and take turns changing bed sheets
arranging your things among my things
We run errands on a Tuesday
bickering over which brand of milk
as my left hand carries the basket
and the other holds your hand
Going over the grocery list
dogs running around, a cat or two
with my coffee-stained smile
and your aching sweet tooth
Silhouettes looming, I embrace you every night
laughing around and doing whatever —
content just brushing my teeth with you
and watching you paint as I write its story
Piece by Jannaya Barrion
