she said

you had words
you gave me some
when I had none
you had hands
to place in mine
and make things fine

mornings silent poetry
and you are sleeping next to me

a freckled nose
a poets’ eyes
seeing through these lines
you calmed the storm
that blew in the doors
and unearthed my core

an evening’s heavy tragedy
and you stood right beside me

a mind that somehow always finds the way
to mine
you understand my idealist abstractions
my obtuse
designs

a move across the country
and you’ll be right here with me