And I would
if you would
forget the legend of pirates' treasure
and instead
dig deep into the soft spring soil
of the backyard
searching for
magnetic letters
buried in tin boxes

Spell our love out
in boxy, primary colors
on the refriderator
There when
late at night
we reach for the leftover meatloaf
the same way that
late at night
we reach for each other
for filling sustenence
for guilty pleasure
like comfort food
for relief from the discomfort
of disrupted dreams

And I would
if you would
do this instead