Tho' the Tempest May Blow

While the air we breathe is shared in this space,

The words we speak contrast.

Utterances have no meaning until uptake,

And what happens to them

In that journey toward recognition

Can’t be known.

With you, this mystery frightens me

Less. The colossal task of

Censoring one’s speech

Becomes peripheral.

Banal.

I don’t care about happy. I want TRUE.

I wrote that before I met you.

You gave me Truth, and with it came

Happy.

Safe.

Healing.

I didn’t know who I could be

In love

Until you showed me.

When we fight

It’s not the end.

I don’t want to run

Or sabotage.

I want to stay with you.

No longer competing,

But complementary. The variance in our

Thought leads to deeper understanding and

Alignment.

I don’t need to people-please

You.

A push, a challenge, a call

To grow.

This is what you, my best friend, have done for me.

So breathe this air and

Share this space,

And I promise your words will always ring

True

And find home with me.