I wake to the sound of your sweeping
up dust from the week and my dreams left from sleep
through restless nights where we stirred between walls
because you let me hold our old dog in your place.
We wrestled with thoughts, then passed in the hall
eyes meeting, our lips turned to smiles.
You bring me my coffee then strum your guitar,
and I think of your care for that man with the bags.
Your tenderness shows beyond what you know
shooing demons I’ve long accepted.
We once ran, sweat dripping, but now
our feet hurt, vision blurred, so
we light candles and eat dinner to movies.
You’ve built us a castle.
When the day comes, and there is just one,
as the sun sets still set out two glasses.
I will always be with you, I’ll take you with me–
growing old we grow up, and go on.
Photo by Anthony Tran