All That We Are…

I’m gas receipts crumbled in the cup holders
You’re a Gatorade rolling on the floorboards

I’m the fierce tapping of an overworked keyboard
You’re the clatter of dice upon the dining table

I’m dry humor you chuckle to
You’re the pun master I groan at

I’m the motivation at 8:30am
You’re the snooze button slammed a dozen times

I’m a week-long road trip
You’re a stay-cation in bed

I’m a majestic wolf howling to the sky
You’re a stealthy panther creeping through the forest

I’m the hour it takes to get ready
You’re the cowlick left untamed throughout the day

I’m earth tones and cotton
You’re Hawaiian shirts and cargo pants

I’m the connoisseur of history
You’re the walking calculator

I’m the air-conditioned office
You’re the hot, dusty jobsite

I’m the insomnia until the work is done
You’re the nap at two in the afternoon

I’m the medium-rare steak and potatoes
You’re the dollar menu drive-thru

I’m the folded clothes within a day or two after laundry
You’re the basket of clothes that have been clean for three months

I’m one cup of coffee stretched throughout the day
You’re two Monsters in one night

I’m the pajamas you change into after a long day
You’re the quiet I want to come home to

I’m “we have to plan this”
You’re “let’s just wing it”

I’m the moonlight over a field of snow
You’re the warm sun sparkling on white beaches

We’re long talks in the bathroom at midnight

We’re the receptors of vibes and energies

We’re the “five more minutes” under the warm covers

We’re the rock song blaring down the highway at sunset

We’re the dreamers and creators of the impossible

We’re the stack of books on the nightstands that might never get read

We’re the fiery temper when communication isn’t working

We’re the “I love you” and “I miss you” several times a day

We’re the stable ground, the home base, the safe place

We’re the puzzle pieces you think won’t fit, but we connect perfectly

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About Sheritta Bitikofer

Sheritta Bitikofer is an author of eclectic tastes. When she's not writing her next historical fiction or urban fantasy novel, she can be found volunteering at her local animal shelter, shooting archery at a medieval reenactment event, trekking across a battlefield, watching a historical documentary, or having coffee with her husband at their favorite café. A wife and fur-mama to two rescue dogs, she makes time to write engaging and moving stories about shifters, vampires, and magic that enthrall readers from cover to cover.
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