There's an infinite number of lifetimes
Carved out by my choices, the way water cuts through stone
That lead to countless versions of myself Each beautiful, each unique
Like the multicolored pebbles found in a thousand year old river bed

Yet, if given the choice
I would always find my way back to you

You,
Laying half asleep next to me in the warm glow of afternoon light
Our son dreaming quietly nestled between us, our feet tangled together below
A hazy contentment in your eyes while you ask me what I'd like for lunch
And a lone kiss, more intimate in its singularity than anything I've ever felt before.