I love you too

awash
tempted to despair at these mornings that should not exist
wherein we sit
contemplating the quickest route
to blissful ignorance
and the convocation of all things



and here
in this moment of revision
i read the tainted words
of youth and youthful desperation
calling myself into oblivion
of lost love and wasted years

so come
as brightened and beaming
settled into this settling
i rise

alive

as she
who know me deeply
holds me to account
for the man I truly am

a light
shining in the darkness
she hold my hand
and rubs my neck
and tells me, sleepily
"I love you, too"