The Luckiest of Them All

Talking to him was similar to writing.

I didn't know how to articulate how I felt
until I looked him in the eye
and built up the courage
to put pen to paper.

Anything short of complete and utter honesty
would be wildly insulting.

He is all of the
words
worlds
and bravery
I never knew I had inside of myself.

We unearth the truth in each other
and that's why we we're the luckiest of them all.

We found wells that ran deeper than
the streams most others dreamed of.

I was his well and he was mine.

I think that's what everyone is searching for.

How lucky we are indeed.

The Day My Bed Swallowed Me

I was afraid to sleep in my own bed.

I'd climb under the sheets and get all situated
only to find that the person I loved wasn't there.
Only in my head.


I don't know what's worse.
To hide under this mountain of sheets
until you come back or to rip this bed off
like a bandaid, every morning and
convince myself I can handle this.