There is peace in this place.
Not the kind you read about,
there is no comforting smell
or quiet atmosphere.
Only peace. True and complete.

There is a stillness. Uneasy at first.
Eventually it goes. Subsides into
a kind of white noise.
Constant.
Dependable.
Careful.

All at once the sky heaves
the rain falls about your contours
and makes clear what we all try to hide.
The blush on your cheeks is
so endearing I forgot for a moment
to look away.
It might have been then,
or later perhaps, when you
swelled to me on the rough
burlap like couch,
that I first truly saw you.

There is a stretch of road
in a far away state that
will always be ours.
There is a storm that will
always belong to a moment,
which while now passed is
forever only seconds away.
There is a satellite which will
always carry our love song
across state lines and shared history.
There is an expression, which I
do not now remember
that will always be mine to give
to you.

There is a temporary nature to
the things that are forever.
I took so long to figure that out
that the first time around it was ignored.
How many moments were not
glorified when they occurred?
How many should be?
Really?

There is a peace here.
It is not neat, it is not still.
My god the commotion of this
peace is deafening. The anxious
feelings inspired by this peace are
maddening. Some days it is hard
to imagine how we will survive.

There is so much anguish,
so much pain,
so much heart break.
So much love.
There is a peace in this place.
I would trade it for nothing.