perfect day

We got up got the kids to school
Then we showered and got prettied.
(The clothes were a nice contrast that day.)
My boots felt heavy, meaningful.
\Thunder canyon beer, portabella mushrooms
I wanted to tell you what to do, so hard.
My mouth watered with longing.
I wanted to feed you.
\Sweet November. I cried through the whole thing.
How I always compared us to every romance.
We loved that beautifully.
We suffered that much, our cancer.
\All I wanted was to touch you.
We went to your house, then.
Blissful from the food, the movie
We made our way upstairs, giggling.
\Every time I hear a fan, I cry.
The one in your room was so loud, soothing.
Would have put me right to sleep,
But, first you were mine.