Loosed
Breakfast in containers.
Supermarkets filled with laughter.
I drank an appeltini and she took video.
Hands finding each other at night.
Two different covers
and one childlike heart.
Time seems muddy with obstacles.
They clear up much faster with
My recognition of unconditional love.
They never cloud for her.
As a soldier trudges through mine fields;
So she marches proud through our lives.
In every turn she supports our weight;
In all walks she makes me lighter.
Strength through loss
and love's touch through night.
Morning car rides with news and
times where only she finds me an idiot.
Each day gets shorter and
all obstacles become hills of sprint.
Flip flops and family.
Family is her and with her goes me.
A good time to define all that comes soon.
A good time to breath what summer waits.
A good time to feel the ground.
Birds return North and on their wings
sits the devine notion of circular love.
Waters run warm and with their currents
I am reminded of the feeling of her.
She wants to buy me a lunchbox.
I want to feel free to love
those who love me the most.
