Thank you for the way you held her today in the grocery store
She was so small I didn’t see her in line, but the way your arm was pressing something to your body
I knew she must be standing beside you
Then I saw her. tiny. Just the back of her head and her face tilted up to you.
And I thought
My man holds me like that
It helped me to remember
Because sometimes I forget how he holds me
As we are so far apart so much of the time
Seeing you let me remember how he touches my shoulder before he walks away
Confirming that he will return
And how he wrapped his arms around me in the summer sun chair on the lazy Sunday as we listened to music with friends
The same way you pulled her towards you in the check out line today.
I smiled loving that I didn’t know you
And that I caught that private moment
As if nothing could be smaller than that moment
And also nothing could be greater.
How lucky I am to watch people love eachother
(I love the different way people kiss on the sidewalk and how old men open doors for old women and how one time I saw my friends mom dancing as she chopped dinner and her husband came and stood behind her and as they moved together I understood what marriage was for the first time)
How lucky I am to be loved.