where do you want me. i want everything. all that is us. we. ours. this morning i looked and i saw our world – saw you, smiling back (unconditional). you are that man. you’ve come and found me. seen me. do you know that i am in love with you?
(of course you do)
home is what you’ve given me. i press my face against you, against these books, against this story we’ve written. simple words, a home i sit in and await our new chapter. wind and cars and birds and footsteps – but all i know is your voice this morning.
he died – i wrote. i wrote – you read. you wrote – i listened. i was brave – you were strong. she died – we were born.
all i know is peace. how is that (no more questions). i, the phoenix, rise. someone said i should ask for everything.
If you clean it up, get analytical, all the subtle joy and emotion you felt in the first place goes flying out the window. ~ Andrew Wyeth