is this love too?

what does it mean,

if anything,

to be standing in line

on a Saturday

at the big store, holding

plumbing pipes,

and 

wrenches.

gripping our hammers

and nails

as we wait our turn

at the checkout counter.

does it mean

love is gone?

romance over, have we

hit the wide dry desert

of a relationship?

fixing things

on the weekends,

no longer

at the park holding hands,

or at a restaurant

sharing desserts,

or on an exotic beach

dancing

under the stars,

madly in love, whispering

about later.

is this love too?

stuck with the mundane

tasks

of maintenance.