there are nights we sit down
to dinner because we need to eat.
then there are nights — like this —
where we sit down together because
we need each other long before we
even take a bite, feeling as crushed as
garlic, hoping to find a taste of the
patience that built the sauce, the grace
that gets passed between us as we
pass platters and promises.
I’ll live on leftovers the rest of the week.