Lying in bed
I wrote I love you
In invisible ink
On your shoulder
As you slept
In my arms.

Is this all there is to love?

Quiet moments together
Before we’re up
And fighting—
The work
The worry
The world
Every punch fighting for
this life.
And keeping mindful that there
Are more than just my toes
Capable of being stepped on—
Sometimes with reckless intent
Sometimes with the choosing of
the lesser evil.

Is this all there is?

Tears
Come unexpectedly
Unsure from where—
My pride
Or my surrender

I have chased you for as long
As I have been conscious of you;
And never sure if I’ve ever really
Possessed you,

For all the times I thought I was winning

I am still pursuing
All there is to know about what it means
to love.