I watch as you walk out the door, taking my heart...
I count your steps to your car...

When I think of you,
I think of the color purple...

Three months of spending
time with you...

I fear for the day when I no longer see the good...
Or even in myself...

The last seven months have been a blur.
I often wonder what you would say if you were...

You showed up and like a girl-
I made jokes of dashboard lights and Christmas...

I told her that she is me-
If I’d had parents the way she has me and her...

I want soft candlelight and deep conversations;
Paired with warm blankets as soft as our laughter...

We were trouble while being troubled;
And it was the best two weeks of my life with you...

I woke up to warm blankets;
Sunlight filtering through the window in soft rays...