They demand a love song
on a day
when I sit between
annoyance and anger.
I can guarantee
there will be
no sticky sweetness,
no sentimental platitudes,
no red roses
or frilly hearts.

there will be
worn slippers,
sharp words,
a fragrant curry,
a dependable red blend,
a hand
and parallel footprints.

There will be
a steadfastness,
a calling
and a knowing
that no matter what lies ahead
we will face it

There will inexplicably
be one
there are two.


PAD 20

Prompt: Write a love poem (or an anti-love poem).