We met accidentally by sorts of friends,
friends of sorts. But now, we’re inseparable walking
along our joined paths. Take deep breaths along
the raised blades of grass.

Before I met you they said
to me: “You have
to be with a jerk
before you meet the right one.”

they where right
for once.
I misjudged.
I fell for someone terribly
incomplete.

I’m not complete but
I’m no longer lost
in a sea of faces,
in a pool of voices.
Not estranged but found.

Today and everyday,
I’ll see you smile and spread your
arms – enfolding me, telling me how much you love me. Showing me, every day
since our first meetup, that you care.