The List

I started making a list for you

Of all the things you do,

But as I started compiling

I started realizing

What you do for me

Goes beyond the 1, 2, 3

Of us and we.

You and me

Is all I can and want and hope and see.

Nothing else will ever be

quite as much

As that unreal possibility.

Even after

the broken disaster.

When I look beyond now

And the who and why and how

Of my long term survival.

All I can think is

Who could make me laugh so much?

Bring electricity in a single touch?

Bring a smile from a million nothings?

Making giggles that burst me at the seams?

Where could I possibly go

After I already know

The sound of my heart

beating in someone else's chest?

What other pair of eyes,

Like bright Sunday morning skies,

Would I rather see

Looking up at me?

The way they see that me of me

And make me lose all words and worry,

But mostly words,

Except “I love you”.

.... To let the one go

who made me want to grow. 

To be better

To be smarter

To try harder

And be more

It's the hardest thing 

I’ve ever done before.