you make things possible.

[witness_light]

you hold one of my truths
between your lips.

in my smallest voice i ask
"do you still like me?"
you unflinchingly reply

"dear, i still love you"

and i believe.
for once in my life i believe.

i have gathered up the lights
from all my horizons

to place them in this unspelled sky.

you make it possible
for me to write of futures instead of always the past.

i want more of your silly jokes,
the easy smiles & afternoon grace -

i want to love you in our yellow kitchen
where prisms scatter rainbows over the walls

over us, light on light.

i love you.