For My Husband
I’m learning to see
the different colors that encompass
more than a shadow
of myself.
When I was 17, I loved silhouettes
(in photographs, drawings), etc.
I understood silhouettes
because they are simpler
than understanding people.
And now, at the ripe age of 39,
let me just say,
there was once a woman (me)
who loved you more than she loved herself
(which is love, according to the poems).
I would dance to Tina Turner
in the middle of Walmart
for everyone to see,
but just caring
that you were watching
and I’d serenade you,
like Daniel Levy in Schitt’s Creek
because you are
“Simply the Best.”
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