Through All Of It

In all my life, I have never fallen out of love.

I have misunderstood the feeling,

misidentified my attachments

loved a version of a person no longer here,

held candlelight vigils for the way they died but kept living as someone changed.

Yet I have loved you through all of it

every shift, every struggle, every bit of growth, every backslid inch,

I have fallen in love anew with each version of you, each version of myself

swooning and shifting, adapting to what I might once have grieved with someone else.

Unyielding, forgiving, without resentment, I have loved you and never fallen out of it.