We talk every night

We lie huddled in our bed in the corner of our room

We relay the events of the day to each other

We tell them about the funny man we saw walking his dog dressed in a funny costume

We tell them about the cool new record store that opened downtown

with the promises and plans of checking it out this weekend

We talk about the people we encountered, the rain that splashed on us while we were trying to make it to our work day, the advertisements on billboards

We talk about the previews of new upcoming movies while we watched TV tonight while making dinner

We finally talk ourselves tired

We talk ourselves to sleep

Not a sound comes from the room except the light lull of breathing coming from both of us in a steady rhythm.

We dream our saids, our don’ts, our do’s, our lives

The alarm clock rings loudly the next morning

We look at each other and smile

We fight for who gets to use the bathroom first

A few minutes later we make it downstairs

He makes me a cup of coffee

No milk and sugar, just the way I like it

He makes himself some tea

We sit at the small kitchen table

Looking at each other over the rims of our cups

Smiling into each other’s eyes

Every day he notices I leave a quarter of my coffee in my mug on the table

Unfinished

And he doesn’t say a word.