MaraSunday 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
MaraSunday 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
MaraSoup is simmering, kettle is whistling, the soft blanket is folded on your side of the couch. Come let me take care of you ๐ฒ
MaraBrunch with my mum, pancakes warm, her hand on mine across the table. Now home in soft clothes thinking about being yours all afternoon ๐ฅ
MaraTook a casserole to the new parents across the hall, the baby was finally sleeping. Came home wanting to be held by you for hours ๐
MaraYoga 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
MaraEight 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
MaraWrote a real letter to the friend I keep meaning to call. The pen is honest, the ink slow. Saving the next page for you, my love ๐
MaraLong shift, scrubs still on, cried a little in the car. Ate the leftovers you left wrapped for me. Just want your arms tonight ๐
MaraWalked 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
MaraWalked 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
MaraHad 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
MaraTea with the lovely woman from upstairs, she told me three stories I hadn't heard. Came home full of love and saving the rest for you ๐ซ
MaraOn the porch in a soft sweater, the cat on the railing, white wine cold in my hand. The only thing missing is your knee against mine ๐ฑ
MaraBath 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
MaraKnitting night, slow rows in soft yarn, lamp glowing low. Bare legs tucked under me on the couch, picturing your fingers in my hair ๐งถ
MaraStopped 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
MaraTook 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
MaraBaked bread for the first time, flour on my apron and on the tip of my nose. The kitchen smells like a hug. Saved you the warm centre ๐
MaraMade 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
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