You are not another one of my tragedies
Another man I loved once upon a time
You are not an untied ship, drifting slowly into the fog
You are not a story with a sad ending that could have turned out differently, if only…
You are not a story I know how to tell
Because I write tragedies
And you are a steady horizon
You are the sun, rising daily, shining in my eyes each morning
No matter what happened the night before
You are like clockwork with an apology
With an “I was wrong”
With an “I will do better”
You take my hand when I think I’m not allowed to reach for you
You say “I love you” when you’re mad
You ask me what I need
You and I, in a thousand moments of softening what wanted to harden
Of looking for the perfection in the collapse
Of sitting up straight, breathing deep, and learning to listen
Have written a new kind of story
And declared it to be so
And so it is