end of day

At the end of the day, we meet one another and speak on all things we fell in love with in the hours of the sun the book we read with a whisper, peppermint scent in the garden, children's laughter in the park, the ladybug crawling on the bark the tail-brush of the cat — At the end of the day We are one heart that sinks into another, one freckle of nature combined, collarbone to collarbone and even the rustling leaves dip to keep us warm in their sway, in the hours of the moon because love knows love