How about listening?
How about playing scrabble, me letting your cheating go along?
How about looking into each other’s eyes
when talking, or making love?
How about encrypting dreams in sloppy journal entries, that also had a tiny lock?
How about telling each other about hobbies, like when
you found a butterfly stamp and I had the same in my album?
How about collecting every letter or word we write to each other
again, and then carrying them in bags across oceans
recalling how you had to leave behind your harmonica instead?
How about lemon tart on a whim and a drive just for the heck of it?
How about jokes that make no sense at all, still making me smile?
How about that one coffee pod you sent inside the crisp folds of onion paper
the letter you traveled 20 miles to post; your Kerala trip
and the instructions to not to tell your mother since you
did not want it to seem you are in love?
How about the shirt I wore inside out pottering around my mother’s kitchen
before she gently nudged me about public display of love bites?
How about the way you talk to yourself
and then pretend you were really talking to me?
How about the edge of the marble top table that chipped in transition
the little blue corner I keep on my dresser, in memory of our first home?
How about your palpitating response when our daughter chose
to reveal her word skills with ‘papa’ before ‘mama’
because I was out at work, as I always was, anyways?
How about the guess work with our son’s unvoiced expressions?
playing charades at grocery stores, and watching him patiently
enact his demand for a pink hubba bubba gum?
How about singing into my tired bones
just so we could quarrel about the choice of songs?
How about just old-fashioned love, where respect was hip
and straight stemmed roses could even break hearts?
How about the repetition of similar dialogues
those where you begin and I end. or vice versa often?
How about falling in love again, love and its demons
held together like all the photo frames you ever installed?
Kashiana Singh (http://www.kashianasingh.com/) calls herself a work practitioner and embodies the essence of her TEDx talk – Work as Worship into her everyday. She proudly serves as a Managing Editor for Poets Reading the News. Her newest full-length collection, Woman by the Door was released with Apprentice House Press in 2022. Kashiana lives in North Carolina and carries her various geopolitical homes within her poetry.