an hour ago I was cutting a lemon

An hour ago I was cutting a lemon

Sancocho simmering on the stove 

You always sing louder than the song

I didn’t know that when I used to ration them

A world away from where you were

So I paused to take in

Just how nice it is

To be in love with you

Nowhere to go and nothing else to do

On a chilly Saturday in fall