It’s those quiet 
ditty’s those itty
bitty little things 
pebbles in shoes 
snowflakes on tongue 
sighs in dark 
hand grabs in 
cinemas when scared
you are my
last match found 
that brings spark
and its magic 
making me giddy

Very little 
is what 
I need 
yet very 
much is
what I
have as
very most 
is what 
you bring 
and the 
very best 
is what 
we are 

You’ve become a 
cold drink on
a hot day 
a warm bath 
on a cold 
dark snowy night 
a candle during 
a thunderstorm and 
an open window 
during the rain 
you soothe yet
you awaken like 
a balm to 
this old weary
heart and a 
mitten that holds 
the fingers of 
us snuggly together 
but still capable 
of molding and 
tossing those snowballs 
directly at those 
sweetest soft spots 
making us laugh 
at each other 

And now everything 
is purple wait
now it’s pink
anger moving backwards 
to chagrin and 
as I watch 
I wonder if
I’ll ever know 
what night said 
to day to
ever make her 
behave this way 

And from afar
a crackle and 
a voice reminding
I’m still here 
days have gone 
ways of rain
but every time 
that I see
I want to
try to and 
yet never do 
because I know 
that you’re there
still there always 
there forever there 
and that there 
brings me back 
forever to you