It's in the way you make me coffee
in my favorite blue cup,
one sugar, no cream,
and how mornings are easier
when I don't have to explain myself.
Plastic spoons scraping
the bottom of a Ben & Jerry’s pint,
knees touching on the couch,
laughing at nothing.
Cold sweetness,
and the shared understanding
that this is all we need.
It's your hand finding mine in the dark
and the way your voice says
It's going to be okay.
like it's not a guess,
like you already know the ending.
I don't ask for much.
I don't need to.
Just miracles,
disguised as ordinary days.
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