About last night...
Last night was great, a real reunion.
This is for you, Miss Spiderette.
Peace...
What is peace, you ask?
Peace is seeing a friend,
and even though it's only been a month,
it feels like ages.
Peace is driving in my car,
at any time of night,
with you by my side again.
Peace is that first shot of Cabo,
a toast to days we've missed,
and days we will have.
Peace is sitting on a couch,
knees touching, exchanging glances,
and speaking silent volumes
with the laughter in our eyes.
Peace is karaoke, then another shot,
slurred half words
and I mean every one of them.
Peace is your rally,
making sure you're alright,
then another beer or five.
Peace is microwave lasagna at two a.m.,
Your full tummy, tired eyes,
and that beautiful, beautiful smile.
Peace is lying awake next to you,
Stroking your short, soft hair to sleep,
and knowing that it's enough.
Peace is knowing that even though
your heart belongs to someone half a country away,
there's still a place in it for me.
Peace is sleeping next to someone I love,
having the security, the intimacy,
and the fulfillment that only being
next to you can bring.
Peace is you,
and I,
together again.
Thank you, for everything. I felt just that last night, completely at peace. For the first time in a long while. With what's gone on lately, the loss in my family, I needed it. I cannot say it enough of you, you truly UNDERSTAND, and that's why you mean so much to me. Whatever form it winds up taking over the course of our lives, know that I will always love you for that.
You're the closest thing to an Angel that I'm likely ever to know, and simple human words cannot express what you really mean to my life.
Thank you for being my Angel.
This is for you, Miss Spiderette.
Peace...
What is peace, you ask?
Peace is seeing a friend,
and even though it's only been a month,
it feels like ages.
Peace is driving in my car,
at any time of night,
with you by my side again.
Peace is that first shot of Cabo,
a toast to days we've missed,
and days we will have.
Peace is sitting on a couch,
knees touching, exchanging glances,
and speaking silent volumes
with the laughter in our eyes.
Peace is karaoke, then another shot,
slurred half words
and I mean every one of them.
Peace is your rally,
making sure you're alright,
then another beer or five.
Peace is microwave lasagna at two a.m.,
Your full tummy, tired eyes,
and that beautiful, beautiful smile.
Peace is lying awake next to you,
Stroking your short, soft hair to sleep,
and knowing that it's enough.
Peace is knowing that even though
your heart belongs to someone half a country away,
there's still a place in it for me.
Peace is sleeping next to someone I love,
having the security, the intimacy,
and the fulfillment that only being
next to you can bring.
Peace is you,
and I,
together again.
Thank you, for everything. I felt just that last night, completely at peace. For the first time in a long while. With what's gone on lately, the loss in my family, I needed it. I cannot say it enough of you, you truly UNDERSTAND, and that's why you mean so much to me. Whatever form it winds up taking over the course of our lives, know that I will always love you for that.
You're the closest thing to an Angel that I'm likely ever to know, and simple human words cannot express what you really mean to my life.
Thank you for being my Angel.