A Relationship Defined
What is this relationship we defined
to quietly agree to cohabit,
to live in the world on our own grit,
the dotted line has been finally signed.
So you sleep in the other room now
and we both pass when taking care of kids
as if each and every smile we have rids
us of our deep pain, as if we know how.
After ten years I still have no idea,
to express how much love I have for you,
to tell you I love your mind and body,
all of you, the you in the space I see,
I pray everyday to recreate new,
I find myself falling inside of me.
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