He’d tease me about
All the shoes that I wore.
How they littered the closet,
Yet I still wanted more.
I’d chide him about
Towels tossed on the bed
After he showered,
Why not the towel rack instead?
He’d point out the cabinets
That I’d leave ajar.
And how I’d forget
To fill up the car.
Did he care that dishes
He left in the sink
Could have simply been placed
In the dishwasher? I think
If I could, my God, I would
Take it all back.
I wouldn’t think twice.
Cause it sure would be nice
To hear him say, “My baby,”
Just one more time
As he drifts off to sleep
His legs wrapped ‘round mine.