365 Poems – 159 Ripening Observations (Rough First Draft)
One of the best thing about you
is the way you reflect silence.
I can sit in your company,
with no need to word anything.
When I’m with you,
I never regret breathing.
I love it how you often tell me
that it’s fundamental to daydream.
You are a calm force who
embroiders my catastrophe,
to show me where I’m going wrong.
Then you let me un-pick it with you,
and store away the threads.
Every morning with you
is a morning never seen before.
It’s not simple to slip below
some of our strange conversations
because you are always attentive.
When you die I imagine
you will decay so delicately.
You say that I
echo your strangeness.
You know how to carefully
dispose of my chaos in the morning,
by holding my head and slowly
kissing my eyes open.