May 2021 – turn the season

6 years of kindness, coffee, acts of love, learning the middle ground between our individual desires for

– my continuous tactile connection with your face

– maintenance of your personal space,

devotion, dog walks, rides, runs, splashing around, kites, drives, (until recently) annual Odell shows, waiting for rest days aligning, planning where to eat, us.

You might not be able to say the same, and that’s okay, but if I could do any years again it’d be these six.

You make me feel at home in this world. I hope I’m at least a tether.

And later on I ignore the calls
While I watch the shapes our shadows take dancing on the walls
I’m here with you, and you are here with me, and nothing can go wrong
At least until the morning comes
But I can almost see the sunlight through the window
And I can almost taste the warm tears in your eyes
So I wrap my arms around your waist and pull you close to say
“Endlessly, you belong with me.”