I can’t remember the last time I wrote a poem, but wrote two yesterday. Here’s one of them:
Who is this who awakens with me each morning
and walks with me through each day?
There’s one who, like everyone else,
wants to be like everyone else,
wants to be liked by everyone else,
wants to like everyone else.
And then there’s the one that is my true spouse,
who whispers to me the poems or songs it wants written,
the life it wants lived,
the one who nudges me to pay attention to things
I’d otherwise pass by.
The one who stepped into the party,
saw me and exclaimed,
“That’s the one I’m going to marry.
That’s the one I will spend the rest of my life with.”