The Us

I lay listening to your breathing,heavily struggling through mufflesof snore while I put a pillow on my head.I begin to listen to my own breath,deepened to the lungs,rhythmically mimicking heart beats,each one attached with love for you,thump after drum whispering your name.I am forever altered,modified,expanded because of youand the things we avoid at times.I am growth, lessons, challengesof things to comebecause of your perceptionof me and all that isn’t.I am so much more than I was yesterday.And, in silence,we dance energetically,next to one another,reading, watching television,playing on the computer,but we are there in communion of love.Whenever I feel the need to pull away,there’s a tug,an umbilical cord from your soulpulling me back,as if saying, “I’ve got this and you are okay!”So…I stayfighting uncertaintybut trusting in you,in me,and most importantly…in us.