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For my birthday is sober living, Jay took me out. I had a bad attitude but he bought me perfume, the same brand my parents wear and he made my birthday memorable that year.

I like the way the milky smooth undertone of your skin meets your peach cheecks and the tan freckles of your shoulder.

You got home from work,

and I was outside waitinng.

We carried the groceries in together.

You were being thoughtful, searching for the soy milk with that little hint of honey you know I like,

Now it’s morning,

You’re curled up against the pillow, sighing softly, snoring in your sleep.

I just took my medication

so you don’t have to remember for me.

Later we both have work

around the same time

We leave, do our separate hours,

and then, somehow, the best part of the day happens again:

we meet back up,

carrying stories, tired feet, and maybe some more groceries,

and come home to each other.