You wondered why I’d become so comfortable with not cuddling as much, not hugging as much, and I said it’s because now I can count on you like clockwork to be here, to come home to this bed.
Had I known the time was coming when your affection would be doled out in limited supply, I would have taken more when I had the chance. I would have held your hand on the couch every day. I would have rested my hand on your leg as you were driving, I would have hugged you from behind as you stood and washed dishes, and I certainly would have let my hands wander to places that make cuddling escalate into more.
I want more, so at the end of all this, I don’t find you on the shelf in my library of regrets, just another closed book, just another forgotten chapter.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: like clockwork, limited supply, and library.
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