It’s no mistake we met,
Not mere chance or happenstance,
like it was written in some old dusty book,

I’ll fight in your corner,
And if oak doors and drywall have taught me anything,
It’s that I’ve got a mean right hook.

If I were a wiser man,
I’d take my things and leave for I am in the heat of day,
but live upon the evening.

How terrifying to see eternity when I look at you.
All the unflinching and unchambered pain and grief and joy and achievement in your years to come.
You’re all but too big a heart for your body, and all too shallow a breath for as much as you dive headfirst.