I exist, I thrive, I write
There are nine hundred and fifty square feet in my home.
Within those walls and short(ish) halls are held my memories
and my love for all of the shared moments between,
Strands of silver and golden friends
Mothers and Fathers
And all who are left behind
It’s a castle that never crumbles under the weight of
careless creatures roaming outside my windows,
lying in wait for the moment to strike out against me.
My space is shared with another.
It’s the building block upon which the remaining years I have
are planned and plotted out across the country,
In every National Park we mark countless Fit Bit steps in
In every city that leaves us pining for a world beyond the South
In every photograph hung across our “favorite” wall
It’s a museum of curiosities that only we need know the detail of
and admission is always free.
My life is good.
I could never ask for more
because I wouldn’t be who I am now
I am here with you.
For all of you