I love him. And I will always love him.
His smile is my main focus.
His heart will beat with my heart, as one, because this is the place we always come back to when we’re together and when we’re apart.
If his chin should ever point down, then I will lift it with understanding. Until our very eyes have met with purpose.
If his feet should ever get heavy, then I will carry him with comfort. My feet are not so weary, but we press on together. Such is to walk as a pair.
My hands will hold him when his hands are too tired from holding himself.
My lips will kiss away any bruises his body endures throughout his journey. And I will hug whatever emptiness attempts to linger within.
He is not perfect. But, he is perfect to me.
And if ever the day comes and I see his tears, I will catch them in the palm of my hand, and blow them into blessings to be scattered in the wind.
For he is not alone. He will no longer be alone. Even if we are separated by miles or by hours. Loneliness is not something he wears.
Home is more than just a building, and it’s where he belongs. And for me, home is in my heart. So he will never be homeless.
Because I love him. And I will always love him.
This one made me cry when I first wrote this poem down because I was channeling obstacles that were intervening with us being together. And now, come to think about all of that and to see where we’ve come, makes me super proud we didn’t let those obstacles win. As individuals, we both have experienced our own types of hell and have met face to face with our demons and we both knew succumbing to them would only bring us down. But, with that being said, sometimes, one of us is down and the other knows what to do without being asked. The wonderful thing about this tag team love we have is that one is willing to travel that darkness, if one of us falls, to save that person and bring them out. And, when either one of us falls, a lot of the times we know we have to pick ourselves up before falling all the way down, because of where it might lead. We’ve come to help each other deal in these challenges together. There was one incident in which I felt so defeated and deflated and he stood on his knees and looked me straight in the eyes and begged me not to go there to that place, because without me, he couldn’t survive…he couldn’t survive “us” without me and that’s all it took for me to snap the hell out of where I was going. And I remember thinking, damn, if that’s not love, then I don’t know what love is.