Two
weeks
ago
you
glided
in
once
again
and
we
swapped
stories
about
plants
and
food
and
how
grandma
won't
use
her
stove
because
she's
afraid
she'll
leave
it
on
and
we
unconsciously
found
ourselves
holding
hands
as
we
strolled
through
easter
lilies
and
hyacinth
You
have
filled
me
with
everything
I am
I have become
I wish to be
With
each
step
and
breath
and
gesture
you
are
with
me
Much
love.
