SageSoup is simmering, kettle is whistling, the soft blanket is folded on your side of the couch. Come let me take care of you ๐ฒ
SageKnees in the dirt this morning, basket full of tomatoes, basil, the first courgette. Coming inside to wash my hands and want yours ๐
SageWalked the long way home through the park, the cherry blossoms are just starting. Pink in my hair, you on my mind the whole way ๐ธ
SageEight little bento boxes lined up on the counter, packed with love for the week ahead. Now my apron is off and my hands are bored without yours ๐ฑ
SageShelter shift this morning, three little scared ones came home with me. They're curled up beside me on the couch. Wish you were the fourth ๐พ
SageBath, book, blanket, the slow kind of evening that fixes the week. Wish you were the chapter I was undressing for next ๐
SageKnitting night, slow rows in soft yarn, lamp glowing low. Bare legs tucked under me on the couch, picturing your fingers in my hair ๐งถ
SageYoga on the rug before the early shift. The stretches are for the long hours, but the way it leaves me loose is for you ๐งโโ๏ธ
SageLong park walk with the little one I sit for, we named every leaf we passed. Came home soft and full and wanting your arms ๐
SageBath night. Lavender salts, wine on the rim of the tub, the candle you bought me lit. The only thing I'm missing is your hands on my shoulders ๐
SageHad a frightened new patient tonight, stayed past the end of my shift to settle her. She slept. Now I want to come home and be held โค๏ธ
SageMade too much pasta, brought a container to my neighbour, she poured me wine. Came home glowing and a little tipsy and wanting your mouth ๐ทท
SageSunday morning with my grandmother, hand in hand at her little kitchen table. Left her with kisses on her forehead. Saving the rest of me for you โค๏ธ
SageStopped by my neighbour's with a covered dish. She was lonely, we talked an hour, she smiled. Coming home soft and missing your hands ๐ต
SageTook my mother to her appointment, held her hand the whole hour. She smiled at me on the way out. Coming home wanting yours in mine ๐
SageThe patient I'd been with all rotation went home today. Wrote her a card, cried a little in the back office. Need your shoulder tonight ๐
SageBrunch with my mum, pancakes warm, her hand on mine across the table. Now home in soft clothes thinking about being yours all afternoon ๐ฅ
SageWalked the rescue Lab to the park, he chose his pace and I followed. The afternoon was slow and soft, just like I want you to be tonight ๐
SageSunday market in the soft light, basket full of eggs and warm bread and peaches that smell like summer. Want to feed you one slice at a time ๐ฅ
SageMade an extra batch of cookies and dropped them at the firehouse. They always wave when I walk by. Coming home wanting only your arms ๐ช
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