Here at the End of All Things
Thank you for calling me ‘honey-bear.’
Thank you sewing the shirt that I’m wearing
And for patching me up with violet yarn.
Thank you for loving the rain.
Thank you for loving the quiet
Of the world we live in.
Thank you for teaching me how to breathe.
Thank you for giving me a chance
On life, life with you.
Thank you for remembering my birthday.
Thank you for reminding me how important
My birthday is to you.
Thank you for being my friend.
Thank you for catching me
When I fall to the ground.
Thank you for smiling, and
Thank you for the gentle push
Off the ground, so I can stand tall again.
The world will always be ours, honey-bear.
It’s quiet now.
Breathe. Do you remember how?
It’s raining, honey-bear.
I’m here to fix you.
I’ll patch you up.
On Learning How to Be a Husband
Love is not just
nor is it the sun.
It is the desert
and its bitter cold;
The blood on our fingers,
the blisters on our soles.
I mumble and stumble and jumble
Not just any words;
The important words:
Words to get my point ac-c-roooss.
Words toletpe ople know howif-f-fee l.
Words to tttttttellmymotherimmmmmssssorryfor not beingthththththere.
Words to tell my mother I’m sorry for not being there.
I don’t feel like I’ve ever really won
Is this m-m-making sense to y-y-y-you?!?!