The Presence…

Of Fate, Destiny or just

Unbelievably awesome luck.
Of amazing timing.
Of deep brown pools of trust
I could safely drown in.
Of magic disguised as reality.
Of green shirts, and blue shirts.
Of lavender.
Of letters professionally written
On paper later torn up.
Of little feet,
And hands that are
The same size as mine.
Of an invincible bubble of protection
That floats around me.
Of long hair that will never be cut,
And shorter hair that ought to be.
Of quality time
You spend with me.
Of a song for every occasion;
Of no limit to the voice
I love to hear.
Of an affinity for coriander
And cold, beautiful mornings.
Of coloured StaR spiKes
I dare not touch.
Of a relationship amidst a million wires,
Some live ones that tried to
Strangle it midway.
Of a hand that always
Holds the door open;
Of a personality that keeps
My spirits buoyant.
Of colloquial talk that melts my hard heart;
Of the mandatory extra paper napkin
And the occasional chocolate.
Of the uncanny ability to
Make things work
On my palm, and off it.
Of artificial laughs, with eyes to match.
Of separate identities, viewpoints, cabs, beliefs, temper, dentition…
Of the willingness to be together.
Of angry insanity that sublimates into hysterical mirth;
Of the catalyst and neutralizer I’ve found in you.
Of motivation and burning determination
To be the best, to ourselves and to each other.
Of the eternally predominant helping hand.
The presence of you.
The presence of me, and the presence of
What we call
Us.