Our bodies wrote this poem.
There’s more space between you and the edge of the bed than there is between our two skins.
Each time I lose my train of thought you finish the sentiment. Like a conductor guiding the weight of my freight back into its peaceful tracks. 

I want to argue like my grandparents argued. Did we buy this shirt in Montreal or New York? Did you eat my last dinner roll? I washed the dishes last night but I’ll do it again today to save your beautiful hands the stress.
The remedies that love gives from growing older together. 

I knew your baby faced late teens like I know the perfection of your mid-twenties.
The further I am from you the closer I am to empty.

It’s like my palms were made to caress the folds of your grandeur. 
The entirety of God’s majesty exists in your creation.

I’m unafraid of this union unless our together looks like Together. 

What would a day be without your sunrise ?
If the world ended tonight at least I knew heaven within my lifetime.