something good

(the writing prompt for today was love)

i must have had a wicked childhood

i must have had a miserable youth

but somewhere in my youth or childhood

i must have done something good... 

--the sound of music

where did you come from? 

who are you? 

i remember asking you this 

when you first snuck into my life 

your soft brown eyes looked at me

and in those moments i felt 

so beautiful, so strong, like i 

could do anything 

when i first hugged you i 

remember it felt as if i had come home

that there was a space inside your heart 

in the shape of me 

where did you come from?

i asked because you seemed other-worldly

so precious, so what I needed 

your love healed all the broken places  

you breathed life into my tired soul 

you made me laugh and it was ok to cry 

you said when you read my words 

it was like reading your own heart 

i knew 

i knew i had come home 

i knew that i could never leave you 

i knew that you are gift 

we've lived a lot of life you and i 

we've trudged through major obstacles 

found our way through long, dark alleys 

we've built a life with many twists and turns 

but all of it, the dark and the light 

the ordinary and the extraordinary 

the living and the grieving 

the joy and the sorrow 

all of it is beautiful because 

it's with you 

morning coffee with you is paradise 

the tiny simple rituals of everyday 

is communion 

you've wrapped me up 

infused me, enlivened me, 

loved away all the scarred places 

and given me a home 

in your heart 

i did nothing to deserve it 

because nothing i could do 

would match the treasure 

that is you 

you're my blanket of peace 

at night,

a solid warm hand in the day 

that allows me to be whole

i am so much more 

as part of you and me 

as us 

than i could ever be alone 

life 

is so much richer 

delicious 

holy 

with your eyes 

loving me