Patty

To a beacon of Hope

I hope

I am not being too forward

When I say that your very presence

Is the epitome of life;

Of a warm light;

Of an explanation for a series of events

that were meant to occur just for the sake of seeing you,

standing there,

in front of that window,

making faces in the reflective surface

of some container.

I hope

I am not being too anxious

When I say that

every moment of pain

inflicted by this house

became soft and tender kisses,

the moment you stepped in and mentioned

that you liked the vibe.

Your breaths of sleep,

have become my lullaby;

yours steps in the morning,

announce that my sun has risen

And your smile.

Your smile

Makes me wish that the clock would tick just a little faster,

so you could get just a little closer,

to smiling at me.

I hope

I am not being too morbid

When I see you trip on the power cord of your TV

and wish that you would fall two inches closer to corner of the coffee table

and into my arms.

When you slice your hand cutting those veggies,

I watch

 hoping it’ll slide just a little closer to your ulnar artery

So that you can slide into my world

And when you leave in your car

I wait

Hoping that you can return here with me.

I hope

That I am not being too hopeful,

When I say that I want to spend eternity with you;

Till death do we unite.