Let’s become the light

I’ll love you, sure—But not by rule, Not like they taught us back in school. No roses, poems, or holding hands,Just matching socks and learning plans. You’ll know I care when I repeat your coffee order, Word for sweet. When I remember how you hate the texture of that paper plate. Don’t ask me to make perfect sense— My heart is wired like a fence,All tangled vines and odd repairs,A mailbox full of unpaid cares.But if you need a place to land—

I’ll build a world with just one hand.