I have a confession to make
I love you
But not in the way you think
Not in the "I've planned our wedding
And how many kids and dogs we'll have
And I've picked out our future home" kind of way.
I mean in the "I see you in my future
But instead of living together, we meet for coffee or tea
Once a week
And talk about life"
Kind of way.
I see us under late night galaxies telling stories of old gods
But we are not star-crossed lovers.
Rather we are friends.
Friends who are so comfortable with everything that silence has no malice
Instead it is sweet and soft.
I imagine us together
Drunk on both joy and homemade strawberry wine,
Laughing about that one time one of us did something so outrageous
That it lives on in inside jokes and coded language
That no one but us understands.
We laugh more than we cry
There aren't tears and anxieties anymore
The years have washed our trauma down to tiny pebbles
That we keep in glass jars
And take off the shelves once and a while
To remind us where we come from.
I see you as best man at my wedding
Telling an embarrassing story about that time in sophomore history I had to write love letters for class
That you still won't let me live down
Even though it's nearly 10 years later.
Your hugs are like matches
And I am a pile of kindling
You haven't doused my heart in kerosine
Struck your match
Set me ablaze
And simply walked away, leaving me to burn.
No you have stayed and tended to my heart.
I love you I love you like a poet loves cliches
Like fish love water
Like birds love the sky
And the sun loves the moon.
I love you so much I think my heart will burst
Sending my emotions all the way across the room in a spectacular display.
So maybe my love is romantic
But only because I am a poet
And everything is love to me.