(And yes, this photo was taken today, in the freeze of winter)
I wish I could make you happier.
Grant all your wishes,
make you see the sparkle, see the shine.
Erase all your sadness,
I wish the world was better for you,
not so hard, tedious,
difficult to survive.
The draining mundane of everyday tasks.
I wish we lay down under the stars each night,
our only blanket each others arms,
pointing out planets in the dark of the new moon.
Remember the time we slept in the debris hut? The first time?
We woke up with leaves in our hair, our mouths,
Under the rustling beech tree leaves,
tawny, like the coat of tiny baby deer.
You were happy then, in the forest,
like a child.
You are my gift and my failure.
I’ve always wanted to save you,
to fix that which is broken.
But all I can do is hold you,
chest to rising chest,
face the world alongside you.
Show you how the pieces fit.
And you, you hold in your cupped hands,
my world, my heart.
Show me how the pieces fit, my love.
I love you.
Please forgive me.