I would come to you
If I knew how to find you
I would come
If I knew you wanted me there

Give me this moment
breathe me in free
I’m just a wastrel
doomed as all can see

There is a moment when we stop being fiction
When our lives and dreams are no longer fun distractions
When our baggage and lives are revealed and we become real people

That’s when we learn
That’s when we find out if we were a meteorite burning through the atmosphere
Wished upon then forgotten
Or if you can truly love this lump of metal burned by the passage to you

This was a bad idea
There’s prolific and there’s insanity
Four a day is the emotional equivalent
Of daily open heart surgery

Love is acknowledging that the happiness of another person is just as important as your own
Love is joy in their joy
Love is beautiful
The relationship is the work
It builds the framework so that love can flourish
It is in need of constant attention and care
ultimately, the home built is as beautiful as what it housed
But it is the hardest work you will ever do
And the most rewarding

These things that we say are fallible
We exist as hyperbole
This presentation of the elevation
As if we are turned to eleven at all times
As if we are not sitting eating a muffin
As if the cool noise of a fan does not swing in the background
As if we were these over the top always on always always people
But sometimes I want to talk about Sartre and sometimes I want to make a nonsense noise, kiss you on the nose, and read.
Its not all life and death
Not all this and only this
We are not replacements for what we have
We are additions adding up to more

Just give me these moments
To walk through the gray
I’m sitting here waiting
You’ll know that I’ll stay
But fear not tenacity or weighty attention
My touch is feather light
Or such is my intention