I have wanted to be with you
for so long.
The dream of you
diluting my days into perfunctory conversations
and people and chores I could do without.
But these autumn weeks have been strange.
Changing my focus
onto more pressing things, less wishing
I were far away.
The boy stood up today and recited his first poem.
Someone I barely know hand-delivered a card
with the sweetest words scrawled in blue.
The sick girl fell asleep on my arm.
And the woman I love above all else
squeezed me tight and said Thank God you’re here,
Thank God you’re here.