How I would miss you so
if you weren’t as omnipresent
in my life
my anchor, my mooring
my sweet stability.
May I not take you for granted-
your efforts, your love, your fighting
on my behalf
Or forget how even as my better half
You may need me
from time to time
Or even more than that, perhaps-
I am not a perfect product
and can hope only to progress
to a better version of myself,
more complete, more whole
more capable of giving you
every last iota of love
you deserve.
In the meantime:
life goes on,
we get older
navigate the mundane
and the Chicago river waters
on boats of wonder
and of necessity.
This life we have chosen to share
together
what does it all mean?
Sometimes, I don’t care anymore
because I have the honor of
sharing the same sofa as you
feeling your warmth
the vapors of your breath
Resting in your assurance,
Your grace
that allows me to
forget how valuable you are
as you return to your
fundamental nature
of having at the same time
absolute conviction
and supreme, unknowing
humility
turning away from yourself-
seeing crystal clear
the problems of the world
and not over-indulging
in your own importance.
And yet,
how could anyone,
how could I, give you
as little thought
as you give yourself?
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