Too much salt

the future we talk about lives in my consistent thoughts

the colors you want to pain the walls and the cabinets

the windows to see our beautiful estate

the architects that inspire you to build the home of your dreams

that I will happily live in because waking up next to you is worth every penny

I will be reading on the couch, comparing you to my favorite novel characters

you will be cooking in the kitchen 

using too much salt in the pasta that holds our conversations together 

on the days we don't feel like talking

the rugs you hope one day we can afford

with our bare feet and naked bodies falling into each other 

dancing on that too expensive rug

laughing with and at each other

the painted walls behind us make the perfect photograph

capturing everything in that moment

except the smell of the dinner you made for us 

with too much salt

that I still love very much.