We were shelving time until one of us could gather the money or guts to say it
And you framed a place where we almost made love and carried it up steps to assemble
A right way to start this.
I laid the foundation right there myself on that cream carpet in your family’s house
Leaving a hinged mouth to the May night as if to welcome
The idea of it beginning.
We were tracking months of blueprints, hoping they would measure up
And you said you would keep the light on and build,
So long as I wrote.
The grounds we stood on were constructed into promised paths
To carry trust in our back pockets
To connect us across telephone wires, and guide me home.
For this man, with all my love.
Thank you for letting me follow my dreams, but never letting me go.