My Love

A love that is delivered to you through your mailbox and waiting faithfully for you at Gate A after your absence.

Found in fingerprints left on typewriters and fountain pens, scribbled on the scraps of paper scattered across a distracted living room.

Lingering in trails of incense that soaked into the lounge chair picked up from the Goodwill; my love.

Recognized in the curious beam of brown eyes that blink on overdrive and received from the lull that escapes through the breach of my chubby lips.

As fragile as a newborn’s soft, tiny head but as strong as the angry ocean’s crashing waves.

A love that is mine to dispense, a love that is yours to nurture and adore.