you are…
the deep voice in my head,
drifting me to sleep.
the wind that flutters by,
caressing my cheek.
the streets I walk
and the sights I see
the peak of my strength,
my strong giving tree.

we gave and we took,
we broke and we grew.
intertwined then unlaced,
broken yet synchronized pace.
stitched then unraveled,
a sweater undone.
a work in progress, ruined,
the crawl of one who’d run.