all things that remind me of you

i wanted to write this out after the first time you held me

but i didn't have the right words yet, and i still don't,

so if this is sloppy and it doesn't make sense, i am sorry.

but what i really wanted to say is thank you.

you say it all the time, you thank me for everything,

so often that i wonder if you ever find it difficult to find things to be grateful for,

and it makes me think of how often i take things for granted,

but this isn't a poem about how inadequate i am,

(although i could write several pages worth on that)

this is a poem about how when i see you i feel at home.

this is a poem about how you don't make me nervous, because

when i'm around you i don't feel like i'm skydiving,

i feel like i'm sitting in the grass and the sun is out

and the wind is blowing

and i'm at rest.

and also, when i hear your voice i don't hear a symphony,

i hear the kind of music that soothes your heart when you're sad

or comforts a child who is crying

or brings you peace when you're unsure.

and i don't see you in a storm,

i see you in the warmth of a fireplace when the world outside is cold.

see, this is a poem about you,

and how your arms feel like safety,

and how you listen with your heart to my words,

and how your eyes are enchanting, and your freckles are endearing,

and you're so smart and you're so kind and you give me such beautiful advice,

this is a poem about how i used to think love felt like loneliness

but now i think love feels like you

which feels like home.