Love Hasn’t Changed Me.

I still despise winter.

The cold that seems to creep through even your third layer of clothes

Although now I find myself with you

Pressing our faces against the icy glass

waiting for the snow.

I long for those days where the sky seems higher than usual

and the wind whips mercilessly over the road

and your cheeks and nose turn pink

like a porcelain doll.

I have yet to enjoy the outdoors,

Noxious bugspray and hard-packed dirt,

and yet I stand on a summit

and feel the tons of rock beneath me,

the world stretched below in miniscule glory,

Feeling at peace and a bit sweaty, with you.

The soap operas I hate become comedies

You twist the words into jokes

Glancing over to see me laugh.

We cook instead of takeout,

dancing barefoot to the hum of the oven

Waiting for the timer to cry

and announce the arrival of dinner.

Love hasn't changed me

but again and again,

I find myself different.

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