For all the love

For all the love I’ll ever need
you gave to me.
With few words and a look,
we’re eight years into a lifetime.
A long hallway promise that’s always been kept.

A long road we continue to pave,
drawing the map as we go.
Through cities new and familiar.
To realize I’m always home
as long as you’re there.

And even “we” means something new.
To love how it was
and to love knowing it’ll never be the same.
For we saw once they came
just how love can grow.

It multiplies with the smiles and the cries.
The subtle moments.
How you can be an entire world for someone
who’s your entire universe.
Not unlike how you’re mine, then and now and tomorrow.

How lucky I am to stay in your orbit.
For all the love I’ll ever need
you give to me.
With few words and a look.
Eight years into a lifetime.
A long hallway promise that’s always been kept.

Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder where it comes from.
Sometimes I tell myself I'm fine.
Sometimes I wonder where it goes when it's gone.
Sometimes, in my mind.

In the little

In the little you I see
the young man to be.
A boy I wish would stay so young,
but the man I can’t wait to meet.

In the little you I hear
a laughter so sincere
it spreads to all around you,
a smile that must be seen to be believed.

In the little you I wonder
about all your hopes and dreams.
Your limitless desire to be whatever you want to be.

In the little you I hope
I’m giving you the most
love and joy a father can bring.

In the little you
I cherish a boy whose mere existence
has fulfilled my entire being.

Time

Time.
It's losing its luster
it's gone.

I can't believe
how quick
sand falls.
It's done.

They had so long to go,
those hands up on the wall.
Fast, they spin around,
faster than

I'd like to know
if we can ever get it back.
Travel through the very thing
we now lack.

I wonder where they go,
the seconds of the day.
Memories may fade,
may they never fade away.

Right Here, Right There

As the roar of the dishwasher fills the background,
I lie surrounded by boxes, playthings, clutter.
And for the first time all day,
I don’t let it get to me.
I am about to lay next to you, my love,
with a couple little loves in between.

How lucky are we?

Tied together by our flower-like connection.
The seed was our creation, one we water everyday.

Every day, I miss you.
The late nights.
A floor to move our feet.
A drink to share too fast.
The dreams we’d share in the past.

Now we struggle to last.
To lay still is to steal a moment,
knowing it may not come again soon enough.
And too often we don’t steal enough for us.

But I love you.

And as I peek at a clock that is not my friend,
I write to you, for you
to know that I’m always right here.
Heart full in knowing you’re always right there.