What I can never be:
the “I love you” that lies in your arms at bed time,
the fire that warms your home,
the echo to your “It’s Monday” groan,
the perfume on your pillow,
the smile on your face,
the reason you rush home from work every day,
the hand you hold when you are lost,
the heart you kiss,
the words needed to remember your coffee,
the fashion consultant you need come laundry day,
the breakfast of champions,
the sweetest alarm clock,
the quietest “I love you,”
and the bravest hello.
What I can always be:
the reminder that you are loved,
the words that warm your soul through the paper,
the distant companion to your “It’s Monday” groan,
the perfume in a love letter,
the smile on your phone,
the person you call on your way home from work,
the one you reach for when you’re lost,
the heart that longs for you,
the text to remember your coffee,
the blind eye come laundry day,
the champion of breakfast,
the quietest alarm clock,
the sweetest, “I love you,”
and the bravest hello
I never thought would become
a goodbye.
