Just Words

My lover says he loves me by
putting on a fresh pot of coffee
leaving me the last sausalito cookie
feeding the cats so i can sleep late

he reaches into my heart 
takes the piece he owns
and respects this place
that makes us whole

when all the summer breezes have tugged at the bedroom drapes
the leaves of fall have felled
the winter rain drops have dried from the window pane
what matters most?

not the fresh brewed coffee 
not the last cookie 
not the noisy kitties
it’s him.