Love Kept

He always knew where to find me, beneath the stairs with a novel in my hand. 

The question was always the same, Whatcha reading? I instantly responded, A book,

Knowing he’d chuckle at my lame predictability. Back then we kept love in our pockets 

Like wrapped peppermints to be savored after a spicy meal. Cool reminders of everything

Important. Kiss me now, I thought. While my breath is sweet and you are laughing at my joke.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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