Like potted plants placed in the shade of life’s yard,
I die a little more each day until life plays its final card.

Stars staggered, making way for something big, something more,
I listen close for whispered words when the shouts go ignored.

A warning, a tremble, a subconscious grievance of time considered,
a time not forgotten by a trusted touch that only you delivered.

A handful of stones unturned,  pleading, rough around the edges,
ourselves a display of dedication to each other, a sign of our pledges.

Let’s close our eyes and gather all of our unused wishes,
cling to hope and do our best to ignore the malicious.

Teeter totter on the blade of passion between death and struggle,
caution poised in the form of living as I expand, and step outside of my bubble.

Stay with me as I empty out my visions to your listening ear,
make me a better me as I admire your reflection, my dear.

You stole it once, my racing, beating, bleeding heart,
now piece it back together as the world’s words tear it apart.

A gruesome view, entitled to let eyes see what they seek,
you use compassion, fits of wonder to restore me, as a way to be unique.

I love the little things that concern you about me,
let’s just stay here, holding on to one another, and let it be.