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.