there's a place we've been where the rain smells fresh and clean and the ozone blares at your brain like spic and span, though the inspiration is backward, of course, where we held hands and smiled a few moments and wondered what the future held for us while we gazed at a sky of white and blue...and now there's stained carpets and baby messes and our vomitous couch cover to contend with and my unfailing refusal to engage in any meaningful way so that failure is always a mystery and surprise, but you are faithful and you work hard even so, though i see your reserves getting low now and again, a different kind of stress, one you had hoped to avoid in life, i think, a dwindling of candlepower or wattage or brightness or something denoting potential usefulness and diminishing capabilities, and we wonder how we let ourselves go so long without looking around to see the beauty God has placed in the world

what's funny is how you look in my mind, you still shine like the first day you walked sideways at me before we drank our coffee

i knew at moo that you'd be soon be nekkid and i was happy happy happy, but it's not so much the nekkid that matters, even then, as it was and is being known and still loved even so

i have always always always wanted to be worthy of being known by you and i see so many ways you cover over my sins by pretending not to see them if nothing else and i know God is faithful even if he's given you a tough row to hoe