eight days later

after all of that running around
passing plastic to so many cashiers
being so careful about shades of green
and blades of grass
and spots on apples

after such a string of late nights
and early mornings
and too much coffee
getting rollers in my hair
and nail polish on my toes

after such a long day
after seeing so much beauty
and feeling so much love
and wanting to fall asleep
for eighteen days

here is what is left:

your arm slung across my shoulders
in bed this sunday morning

your sleepy smile and slow kisses
and your feet on my feet to keep them warm

the promises we made to each other last week
and the rings on our fingers