Everything I do,
you’ll do it with me.
Everywhere I go,
you’ll come with me.
Never will you be left
in the dark wondering.

I love the way your guard falls down into my lap,
for me to hold while I witness the beauty you possess,
in every story, every word, that I’m lucky enough to listen to,
when your heart opens up and you let me inside.

Sitting high in your tower,
your words fall down onto the
ground where you have placed me.
And I’m sure you’re not the worst.
No, not even close,
but I like to think you are.

Instant reactions can be infamously dangerous.
The things we say with a lack of patience.

Words spin back around and spend a lifetime
buried deep into your shoulder blades,
slicing at the irrelevant mistake
of failing to hold your tongue in place.

Never quite cautious,
I always speak my mind,
but I will continue this peace,
even during war time.

I catch myself smiling
when I grab just a glimpse
of the rest my life
in only an instant.

I can almost hear the music playing
as I wait for your arrival.
A tear-shedding moment
is sure to follow.

I can almost see your reflection
on the train window,
as we soar throughout
the world around us.

I can almost hear you laughing
as you decorate the dinner table,
with a glass of wine,
as you watch me create.

I can almost transcribe
the late-night conversations
about everything that we’ve done
and all that lies ahead.

I can almost hear your calming tone
reminding me to breathe
while I work away at editing
the final scene.

I can almost see
the children playing
in the backyard as they
spin around endlessly.

I can almost see myself waking up
beside your body,
with love in our hearts,
hand in hand.

There I was,
without all that I have learned.
It’d be too hard
to head back now.

Spoiled silly
with late night laughs
and pretty eyes that never waiver
when I find them.

And you don’t know
how lucky I feel
to awake in a fairy tale
every day.

And you don’t know how
amazing this all is,
to know everything
is going to be okay.

Actually, I think you do.