It depends on the time, on the way the emotion catches the light
Fractals on the walls and suspense as the moment stands
Firm and fiction, our story perfectly staged
Each word out of your mouth provides for me, as if you give sustenance with your breath
And I can’t help but write lists of the things I am grateful for
Pouring my heart on the page
Ending it always with change
Because there is comfort in knowing we create the days
With our desires
Even the simple hope for a blanket of snow
And for the unexpected
To always include you.