Anniversary After the Dishes

by The Hearth Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

The restaurant was too loud, so we came home early. Now the anniversary flowers lean above the sink while you wash and I dry. We remember the first apartment, the year we nearly left, the joke that survived both. Another year is not proof of perfection. It is this towel, this plate, and two people still willing to discuss where it belongs.
62 words · 13 lines · Free Verse
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