To A

To A

I could compare you to the sunrise
Or sunset
Or some other empty metaphor
I could weave the two of you a gossamer thing,
Verbose and glimm'ring

I know you would take it in your hands
Your powerful, competent hands
Hands that can reduce me to shuddering flesh
And treasure this

Because you treasure me.

I don't want empty words for you
I want to build you something out of brick and mortar
I want to build you something that won't tear or snap
Something you can wrap up and toss and into your backpack
And tote around Europe

I want to make you something to keep you safe
In a narrow alleyway in Prague
I want to make you something to keep you warm
On the snowy damp days in London
I want to make you something to keep you full
On the hungry days in Madrid

Instead I'll just spin my gossamer words
And hope that maybe I can keep you company.
Because I know you're strong enough, and smart enough, and capable enough
To build all those things for yourself.