Tethered

Whenever I feel alone, or sad, or like I’m missing home,
I think of you.

When I want to come back or wish that I had never gone,
I think of you.

Him

He loves what I love.
He lets me choose.

He puts a smile on my face;
He’s even willing to lose.

In the mirror of me, did you find we?

Or instead, would you say,
we is an echo of me?

There is a world between you and me –

A tale as old as time.

A waltz between you and I.

The you who’s energy elevates the room.

The you who notices the person who was trying to share a story but couldn’t – and invites them back into the conversation.

Who am I too you?

A simple question, passed between lovers who –

At times, find themselves caught in the humdrum of life,

Wondering, how and why –

Did I choose to embark this journey by your side?

Even when you’re not here,

I find your presence near.

In the presence of you, I find the best of me,

and opportunities to explore what I can be.

That it’s the small things you do,
Like changing my chair when I’m not looking,
And opening the car door.

Or sending me postcards from every corner of the world,
And asking me to hold your hand when we walk home.

Or kissing me when I’m not looking,
And combing my hair before we fall asleep,