Worthy

We've been together for only a few months, but I feel like we've gone through this cycle a hundred times over, and for this to be over would devastate me. You are worth fighting, worth work, worth risks. As am I. As are we. I want this more than you know and I know you want this too. Be patient, my darling, as I will be for you. Desperately, I search too hard for what already stands before me, constantly. Deserving, you are where my care and kindness falls and that won't fall short. My dear, you are who wakes me when I downwardly spiral to despondency. My love, you are who pushes me back up mountains of darting despair, and all the while you never leave me bare; instead, you douse me in hope.

My constant, you are who reminds me to tell myself I am worthy, and now I know. I am worthy of love.

I am worthy of you.

For Tyler.

Fall

Carmine takes over,

plays tag with copper, crimson, cherry

and paints our world rosy.

Flushed, Autumn is falling for us

and I'm tripping up too on my

too soon too eager bashful wishes while my whimsy

floats on and you fall to red.

Leaves ride on whistling wind and tones turn tangerine,

bidding scarlet farewell,

brightening the blood of once-lives and

the sun sets in.

We are warm, willing, awake.

Wide-eyed beginners,

we jump in and resuscitate life

and today falls.

Shadows scour our maze

so we fight our way through

'til night ceases to stay and light races over us,

saffron sweeping a path back to day

and we've run circles through this

twist-and-turn puzzle

to find ourselves back at the start.

And we fall to our knees, covered in leaves

but we dust off and stand up and stare at the sun,

all worries now done.

I'm no fool. I've found gold.