I wonder if you will come home with a Paper bag full of meat and goodies, kiss me on my cheek and sigh heavily as you sink into the sofa and turn to the hip hop Cypher shows.
I wonder if you will drop me off and pick me up at work, not because you are over possessive or territorial but because you like the picture I paint next to your driver’s seat.
I wonder if you will groan and complain as I drag you through Ladies clothing department stores and try on blue, green, and purple dresses whilst I complain about my bosses latest absurd time line.
I wonder if you will spend ours laboring in the yard, mowing and raking leaves and making a vegetable garden for me, that I will pick from and make you sadza and beef/veggie mixture. Spending our Sundays under the guava tree whilst you hose the Car down.
I wonder if you will watch devious maids and The voice with me and pretend you don’t like it, whilst you lecture me about the importance of talent vs aesthetics.Telling me about how different beats synergize with the heart beat.
I wonder if you will hold me at night, and whisper my name as you sleep besides me, then roll over and drag the blanket with you…
I wonder if you will do the mundane things with me, cause that’s almost all I really want.