Remember

Hold on
My sweet
To the fire

The fire that dances
And flickers
In and out
Of our lives

Keep sight
My dear
Of the stars

The stars that shine
And sparkle
Above and in
Our darkness

Don't forget
My love
The sunlight

The sunlight that burns
And ignites
Deep and through
Our doubts

The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

 
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

 
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

 
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

 
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

 
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

You are Home

Addiction

Lost Nights

Restless
I push and I shove

Will this be as before?
Run away as soon as I feel love?

Anxious
I grasp and I pull

Will I forget
The only thing that can keep me whole?

Confused
I scratch and I hit

Will I figure out
All the pieces that won't seem to fit?

We cooked dinner. Both of us questioning ourselves and relying on the other. Sharing opinions, sharing stories, sharing laughter. And I thought to myself, "I could do this every day." Because I would be happy to clean your house, and wash your dishes, and cook you dinner. I would be overjoyed to take care of you when you are sick and rub your back when you are tired. I would gladly fold your clothes, and share your troubles, and try to make you laugh.
And I will patiently wait until you realize you feel the exact same way.

"Can't make it all alone

I've built my dreams around you"

Short and Free

The list of things I cannot say 

Is growing larger day by day.

Place my hand over my unceasing mouth,

Swallow back all those permanent words.

Keep them contained deep inside

Like a flock of restless, caged birds.

Someday I will set them free;

They will fly high for all to see.

Their cage is rusted from lack of use.

The lock is shut so very tight.

But I have fed them these long years,

Holding onto the hope of a future bright.