A Love Poem To Becoming

As the years go by,

and the clock keeps turning,

as the young parts of ourselves become

tinged with the inevitable aspect of growing into

our older selves,

I will look back on this time and thank you.

Thank you for shaking up a fire within me to be better

for you and to be better for me.

And one day when we hold each other with wrinkled hands

and we look into the same eyes from our younger days,

I will still love you.

And even through the darker times

the not-so-light,

when death knocks on the door of those we have loved

in this life,

I will choose to be there for you.

I will choose you, over and over again.

And one day when we are not quite old, but

not quite our young selves any longer,

when the ripe summer turns to fall and we look at how far we’ve come,

I will love you.

My dear, this is just part of our timeline,

an opportunity for us to grow

into the love that we are becoming.

We are becoming whole.