Don’t go.
That’s vague,
non committal enough to be comfortable,
but I hope you’ll see through it all,
understanding that when I am with you,
I am home.
I don’t know you.
That’s the truth,
maybe it makes this confusing,
but I hope we’ll have more summer days,
parading and praising each other,
here,
our home.
I miss them.
That’s strange to say,
but it’s true,
and I’d miss you,
though all of you are mysteries to me.
We have lost so much,
threatened by more loss every day,
so please,
come home,
and celebrate your life.
Please don’t go.
That’s a lot to ask,
it might not even be something you control.
When you bleed,
I am reeling,
my heart tied in knots,
because we are a part of each other’s pictures,
thrown together,
because people couldn’t understand us,
but we built ourselves a home.
I love you.
That’s all I have to offer you,
but if you take it,
or if you don’t,
I’ll fight for you.
Just make sure you come home,
every now and then,
so we can spend the summer days,
just living.
Celebrate your life,
celebrate what we have,
here,
built through the years,
by those who we lost,
and those who we have yet to meet.
Celebrate your life,
with me,
at home.
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