Beccah Bath Poet Free verse

On Tuesdays

People write about fireworks.
About stolen kisses in the rain.
About grand declarations that change everything.
But I don't think that's where love lives.
Love
I think
looks less like fireworks
and more like Tuesdays.
I want to be the girl you come home to after a long day.
The one who already knows whether you need
to talk, to laugh or just to sit in comfortable silence.
I want to eat dinner with you when neither of us can decide what to cook.
To argue over what to watch.
To steal your hoodie because it's closer than mine.
I want to know which side of the bed you sleep on
And exactly how you take your coffee
I want to be the first person you call 
when life gives you something worth celebrating
and the one who quietly puts the kettle on when it doesn't.
I want to grow with you.
To cheer for dreams that become plans,
Plans that become memories,
and memories that become a life.
Because I don't dream of extraordinary.
I dream of the life that happens
between the milestones.
Love 
I think
looks less like fireworks
and more like Tuesdays.

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