I hope in another life, we

on a wednesday afternoon, we will go to the grocery store, and i will follow you around. i will patiently stand next to you while you inspect the oranges, and be at my best when you leave me the task of picking the perfect i will insist on carrying the paper bags on the way back home even though you are a lot stronger than me. i will let you take the last open seat, and i will be unbelievably steady in the middle of the train while everybody else sways because i want to show you how i can be strong, too. i will help you slice the onions, roll up your sleeves when they get in the way, and let you do all the cooking but i will take the reins on washing the oil off the pan, wiping the table, and putting the plates away. in another life, in the next after, my love, i will be more than happy to be the one who cleans up after you. to pick up the pieces, to fold the blanket, to be the one who reaches for the napkin when there is sauce on the you will never ask for any of this, but i will hope that this time, in it somehow saves us.