One o’clock is knocking at my door.
And our phone call ending just a little
bit ago. But before I lay down
[and probably dream of....
well I’m not gonna lie...
you.]
I’m going to write one more poem.
Because I have to at least calm down some
before can even contemplate sleep.
So. Here is the thing.
I am in fact utterly
completely
happy right now.
Not just because suddenly there isn’t
an elephant in the middle of our
conversational living room.
But because... no matter what happens
between us. Around us. Or with us.
Just talking to you...
it calms me down.
But also makes my heart race.
I could see us tonight..
when I was driving home.
There was a moment, a brief
second.. when I could in utter clarity
imagine our lives [together] years from now.
I could see it all.
And just for a second.. I was
content. There wasn’t anything I
really really needed to do.
Other than just keep talking to you.
I don’t know how to say it.
how to even begin to explain it...
but no matter what you choose, I’ll be
here. Cause here’s the thing.
I love you too.
With no strings,
no emotional blackmail.
Just love. Pure.
I promise you.
no matter what.
[and even though I am repeating myself]
I will be here for you.
And my love for you,
it is whatever you need it to be.