I Have You.

Bring me

back to 

the wind

singing to me 

over the tall meadows 

of grass.

The gravel 

under my

feet.

The only time

I felt that 

you loved me.

Truly.

My feet on the 

wooden floors 

and the 

pantry 

with cherry tea. 

This was the night 

I realized 

the sacrifices

you made for 

me. 

Remembering 

how the chandelier 

above the bed

caught 

the reflection 

of the past. 

In the morning 

the sun hit 

the window 

and fogged 

the corners.

As I walked outside

I pushed 

the screen 

porch open 

and realized,

I would love 

to have this.

But I have

more.

I have you.