Note On the Refrigerator

Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are? Casually, one morning (with the bathroom door ajar) as I said we need more toothpaste, or I’m off at quarter-to, did I hold you, as I wanted? Did I mention it to you? Did I ever say I need you like the wheat needs sun and rain? Did I point out that I’ll never find a girl like you again? Did I state that every busy hour my thoughts to you incline? It was on my things-to-do list, and it must have slipped my mind. I wonder if I thanked you for being at my side, or said that when I’m with you, how I’m all pumped up with pride. Have I told you I adore you when you kiss my weary brow? Forgive me if I didn’t, love. And so I’m saying it now.