Guarded.

You must of felt my scratch in the hollows of your heart.

For all that I have tried to reach and never touched, never scarred.

Your eyes still burned.

Your skin
Wrinkled.

Soul distended.
Inside out.

Reprehended.

For once

time has revealed

offered you…

20–20.

An awareness

a rude awakening…

a crystal clear vision of
the dirt
Under your finger nails.

Aware

that
all you needed
was a clipper.

Note to self:

You’re welcome.

Time.

An ever elusive currency.

Slips through your hands the instant it arrives.

Never to be replenished,

no matter how hard you try.

No refunds.

No exchanges.

Destructive editing, upon attempting to revisit

past time.

Pain.

Joy.

It’s all fleeting.

It’s all expensive.

It’s all finite.

Instead,

embrace the moment,

the lesson,

and

by default,

perhaps growth.

Don’t waste in vain a truth you cannot change.

Tick. Tock.

Spend it wisely.

Dear magic:

Thank you for revealing yourself through my kids.

I bare witness to you, each and every day.

You are real.

And I am

forever grateful.

It’s wherever I am, when I’m with you.

Through the thickness and

thinness of this

journey.

We came upon each other.

Two precious stones.

Perfectly imperfect.

Together, we found and find

a way to keep paving.

Carving.

Sculpting.

Together.

Molding our

love

into one precious stone

to weather all seasons.

To admire it’s imperfections.

Perfectly imperfect.

Crafted by merging two spirits.

Together.

Two precious stones.

Together.

To build a home out of precious stones.

Your heart

is my home.

Our precious stone.

Dedicated to the love of my life. 8 and a half years, side by side. I wouldn’t have it any other way.