When I want to come see you, and I tell him where I’m going truthfully, he bats his lash and tells me to have a good time and to go safely. I don’t pay any mind to his blatant acceptance, until I sit and really think about your love and its high measured reflectance.
I realize it’s true, I will in fact leave. I think he knows this so he tries to please me. I accept the bombs of love, for reasons you understand. Then something goes awry and he raises his voice’s hand.
I wish for you to feel only my goodness. Not the pain I carry. Just endless fondness. So each day when my body might not let me, I fight anyway to reach the point where we are we. Not just two physical bodies, but mirrors and echos and fine print copies.
Your celebration of our life and when you entered it, is it the first thing that helped you know that we were meant for this? I don’t wait for you to come and save me. No longer that is. Who can blame me. I work for us and what we’re worth. You deserve it. Our souls have known this since birth.
Don’t judge books by a single page. There are situations that require fleeing with grace.