of wanting more

One dull day

at the heels of another.

Months pass.

Come September, and you know.

You want more of everything

I love you said less often

but meant just a little more;

lilies bought;

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.