We know time as an old friend,
A match maker,
A protector.
I didn't fall, but I want you to help me to my feet.
Tell me that no matter what, what we have made will
Not fail. We are too much for that.

It scares me: how much I care.
I am no where near dependent on you.
If I was I'd have died a long time ago.
The time shared between us made us stronger, and
Made me drift away.

It scares me: how much I love you.
I've started dreaming again of a future. A comfort
Of home that we made ourselves.
You being more of a housewife than I.
Yet, I do my fair share.

Recently, I imagined a swelled belly and a book
Resting on my chest. I teach you how to make home made teas.
And you feed me.

I imagined you kissed my belly and spoke to the life we created.
Maybe it is far fetched, but I have imagined.
And in my mind, we are happy.

I don't know if we are now.
I still constantly worry that the next time I say "I love you"
You will say "I don't."

And yet, Cupid is an old friend.
And he knows time as an old friend.
The feathers on his heart shaped arrows unravel,
But it makes distance bearable.

And yet, I wish for my fair share.