“Another Monday”

I want to get old with you
and laugh when you tell dad jokes
with that crooked grin — 
devilish, even.
I learn how to love more
every single day.
I think this is how parents feel
when they say their heart couldn’t break anymore.
So deep, its grief.
In waves 100 feet tall.
Can knock you over
before you even realize the fall.
I fell in love twice before,
but never quite like this.
It’s the pit of my stomach,
the ache in my womb — 
So deep that where the wall is worn thin
the creator can find a way in.