The you, I love
Tonight, I sit with my
usual glass of wine,
and I'm counting down the days
when the new year strikes,
and we can finally start anew.
I've thought and agonized
my thoughts to the point
of needing clarity.
Yet, clarity is so difficult to find
in a sea of mess.
This is not a perfect poem-
it's more like a ramble of thoughts.
I sit here with my new candle,
I got for Christmas,
yogurt covered pretzels,
my twinkle lights to remind me;
that there is joy
even in the darkest days.
This poem goes to you.
The one I think about most often;
who pulled me out of sin,
and darkness-
who made me believe that love
actually, does exist
if you just close your eyes
and count to three or maybe even five.
The who you made me realize,
I needed to stop giving myself
to men who didn't care about me
the you who made me think twice
about what I say,
to make sure if I say anything I say
it comes from kindness,
and a place of love.
I think of you and our passing times,
our light that we have.
I will always love you,
because of how you made me feel-
like anything is possible,
when you're done with sin;
and the world fades into nothing
the light that stands still
is yours, and it always has been.
If you ever read this.
Know you're not too late.
This isn't a poem it's a confession.
Always.
and forever.
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