I like how I get the morning paper in oversized flannels.
I like that I take time.
I like that I
Check for leftover crusties on my oatmeal spoons.
I like that my dreams are bigger than you will ever be.
I like how my heart beat boxes when I’m put on the spot.
I like how my pinky toe has always been a rebel.
I like that I let you take pieces of me should you ever need the comfort.
I like how I can, forever, write free verses in your beloved name.
I like how I pace old hardwood floors.
I like that your words will, forever, wrestle inside me.
I like that you send me late Push Notifications.
I like how I forgave us long before I knew we were going downhill.
I like how I cry when I say goodbyes.
I like how you understand.
I like how I believed you when you said that, together, we would be incredible.
I like how, now, I see.
What happened to magnificence?
What happened to infinity?
I marvel at the way you drained me without any intention of filling anything in particular.
Without any intention of saving a life.