My person

When I was a kid

I wanted to find my person

The one person who would

Know me and love me

Better than anyone else

Without really knowing what that meant

When I was a little older

I believed that love only existed

Between the pages of a book

Or the reels of a film

Far duller in real life and sunlight

Washed out and unworthy of the pain

When I met my person

I had no idea it was him

And it took years for either of us

To realise what we were looking at

And a while longer to actually

Give this thing a chance

Now I know

That movies and books

Are the people who found love

Trying to explain what it’s like

Trying to put it on the page

And capture even a fraction of the magic

And now part of me

The part that remembers being a kid

Is sighing and contented

Because I found someone worth

All the risk and all the pain

That comes with being known

When I am old

I hope I can look across at him

And remember all the moments

On which we built our love

And he will smile at me

Remembering them too