Prompt - I can't remember anything without you.
Mondays: We steal warm, sleepy minutes from the new day to hold onto the weekend.
Tuesdays: We sneak long lunches. "Pickles? I'd rather lick the pavement." I don't test you; your smile tells me you'd really do it.
Wednesdays: You always buy me flowers.
Thursdays: Poker night. The bed dips, and your warmth surrounds me as you whisper your winning hands in my ear. "Full house, Queen of my heart."
Fridays: Date night, always ending in a tangle of sweat-drenched bodies and thumping hearts.
Saturdays: Hikes in the mountains. With a smile crinkling your eyes, you tease you'll leave me behind. You never do.
Sundays: Coffee and crumbs in bed with the crossword. You're so impatient. I can tell you're holding your tongue on my turn. You tickle and kiss 'til I give in.
Spring: In our garden. I watch the muscles in your back as you turn the earth. On Wednesdays, you buy me lilacs.
Summer: On our porch swing. Iced tea, fireflies, the spark of barbecues scenting the air. On Wednesdays, you buy me roses.
Autumn: Kneeling on fallen leaves. Lit by the flickering jack-o-lantern, you slide the jelly-ring on my finger. "Be my everything?" On Wednesdays, you buy me lisianthus.
Winter: Stranded in white lace. You dig us out, so handsome in your tuxedo. I become yours. You become mine. On Wednesdays, you buy me violets.
"What day is it today?" I ask, as snow falls from the silver sky.
I nod, with a heart so heavy with memories, I think it might stop.
Pushing my nose into the purple petals, their sweet scent flares you back to life for a second.
I lay my flowers on the cold marble. Two dates failing to tell your story.
You would have brought me violets today.