To be understood without having to explain yourself
To be held without having to fall apart
To be loved without having to beg for it

9 years ago
You could have given me a pen
And I would have written a hundred words
All about longing and sorrow

Now
All I hold are crayons
Given to me by a toddler
Who looks exactly like the person I love the most
Coloring endlessly
Talking about dolphins and rainbows

Oh how good life has gotten