One dull day
at the heels of another.
Come September, and you know.
You want more of everything
I love you said less often
but meant just a little more;
phone calls made for no reason,
breakfasts made before you wake.
Each of your thousand expressions captured
in pictures all over the wall –
smiles and frowns and questions alike.
More memories of closeness,
and a baby’s kick beneath your hand.
You deserve all this, and more.