you hit notes in ways I envy, and make sure we hear you.
I’m unable to sway you and secretly would never want to.
you choose me, want me, instead of need me.
you are an expert. A scholar. A reader. A provider.
before you: I could barely breathe and somehow, you’ve taught me to speak.
you fight for me, stand by me, rely on me, calcify me.
what a privilege it is to grow beside you.
intentionally taking forever to know you.