(Would you miss me
if I was as simple as your wrist,
as tender as the tendon,
as swallowed as the truth,
swelled and purple from being held
in your throat?)

(I’d miss you
if you were as complex as the heart,
as hard as the bone,
as open as the truth,
swollen and soft from being held
in your woe colored throat.)

You make me feel beautiful
and somehow younger,
wanting to paint my toenails
in sparkly bright colors
so you can look and grin.

You make me stand taller
and walk with a spring in my step,
a smile ever hovering on my lips
just waiting for the chance
to spring free.

You make me believe I’m no longer alone,
I’m not just an oddball,
never fitting in;
I belong,
and I’m loved.

You fill my heart with joy
and with hope
and with anticipation for the future.
Our future.