I want to soften when you yell
like butter on a warm day.
I want to reach for that 
place in you that once touched
the  ground in wonder,
when I spoke,
but is now taking a slight detour.

I'm thankful that I want to
soften even though I rarely succeed.
I take my warm blanket 
and close my eyes.
I float in that space 
where harmony sings 
out my name with joy,
that place I discovered 
so long ago.

All the yous and mes
twirling around in this
dance of love,
we matter.
And we're doing 
what we do,
perfectly.