For Cole

Our love is a stuffed bear named Megatron,

And a card on the second day of every month.

Our love is setting out two plates for dinner,

And sliding last bites over to you.

Our love is knowing to add far too much creamer to coffee,

And questioning how you were once a stranger.

Our love is crossing to the sunny side of sidewalks,

And not looking both ways.

Our love is following you into the dark,

And giggling under the covers.

Our love is two sets of eyes, one blue one green,

And living life as a staring contest.

Never, “all done, no more”

To me, our love is everything.