Know this: when I am sad
you will hold my hand.
You will sit, and wait and listen to the breathing
and hear the pause between what is said
and not said.
When you are sad,
I will rub your back. I will bring you
food and write you letters and badly structured poems.
We can get lost in the semantics of love but you – you.
You give my stomach butterflies
distract me at work
enter my dreams
make me laugh
make me cry.
I can be my real self with you.
And you with me.
And for today, tomorrow and yesterday,