I don’t rely on anyone for my happiness
That is of my own
I made the mistake of wishing
Hope is to be disowned
A loose thread holds us together
fragile heartbeats of a mother
aching breaths of a father
like, love, and in love
knowingly feeling all three
heart full— choosing you
I can wait, so take your time
I want to hear you unwind
Slowly tell me everything
Just know that I’m listening
Nothing you bring is a burden
I’ll sit and wait when you open
Happiness isn’t the only emotion that I want to know with you.
but I’m the one left breathless.
A childhood spent playing around caskets,
peering at the mournful glances,
leaving flowers in several hundred baskets
daughter of a funeral home director
There’s some sunshine left on the grass.
I pocket it, and hope it lasts.