Your Love is Tough

I remember sharing
stories and secrets
back when secrets
started to mean something,
and the softness of your hair,
the sparkle in your eyes.

You, curled up
in my bedroom
more nights than I can count
because sometimes
it felt more like home
to you than home.

Luna moths
peppering my window,
and if you looked in
you’d see us laughing.
It’s been twenty-four years
of this friendship
and we are still laughing together,
but sometimes, what’s better,
is our silences.

The way you hold me
in your stares and your arms
and certainly your heart.
Your love is strong,
your love is tough,
and I love you for it.

14/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year

For my best friend Beth, on her birthday.


I hate to ask for promises,
I know they are
so hard to keep.

Yet I’m willing to make
a million for you.
I want to promise you
myself, an us,
an everythingship.

I want to give you everything
you haven’t yet given me
and more and more and more.

I want to give you
everything you need and
everything you want and
I promise
I’ll never stop trying.

10/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year

A Conviction

You always hold me tight
in your gazes and
in your arms
and when you take
my face in your hands
and say I love you,
I believe you.

But not so much
as in those quiet moments
when we stare at each other
and don’t need to speak,
those silences
I’m so comfortable in,
because in your eyes I believe you.

We don’t need
as many words
to express it anymore, and
as we’ve noticed,
words aren’t enough anyway.
They don’t hold as much weight
as your stares and
your hands on me, because
when you touch me I believe you.

I believe you.

9/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year