365 Poems/98 Changes (Rough First Draft)
I have realised
that all things change,
but something’s are worth
hanging onto, even though
they won’t be perfect all the time.
I see you more clearly,
now that I’ve blinked and looked again.
I want to catch you
when you’re off guard,
tell you that you’re beautiful,
have you believe me and smile.
If you wanted to live on a bookcase,
and be fed sugar water, I’d do that for you.
I’d construct a rota, so I’d never forget
when you needed me. I’d be there
with a pipette and patience.