Rocks in my hand and pockets
You were there the day that part of my family died.
Had a final breath
We would have put it in perspective but there were so many, could we even choose?
You were there the day I heard the tears swell, even before I felt them.
Held my hand fast and touched my arms, comfort. We will be reluctant to let go. How many days was that?
You made me macaroni and cheese. I fall in love with you on repeat.