two twenty one fifteen

there is something admirable

about - 

wearing just the right amount of clothes 

when the weather is cold

it is a balance,

a tipping point 

where 

one can acknowledge their humanness 

yet communicate confidence 

of having dressed accordingly  

yet not superfluously 

it is an art form in my opinion 

because 

i think we all can agree 

that 

there is nothing worse 

than being cold, 

so the tendency would be 

to 

‘better safe than sorry’

yet 

how arresting is she

who is warm enough

without too many coats!

if i had one wish tonight 

it would be for

contentment 

without excess

only and more beautifully

i don't suppose 

that eternity (or the life after this)

looks and feels anything like we could imagine it to

still 

i want this life

to look and feel most like preparing myself for each of the endless possibilities 

i drink coffee every morning 

first, because i like it 

and second, because it permits me the daily opportunity 

to start out on the note of having gotten something right 

i like to think there will be coffee in eternity 

but if there isn't 

i like to imagine each day, 

(or whatever it is that marks the beginning of everything there),  

will be a constant state of getting something right. 

i love a woman

first, because she is lovely

and second, because she makes me believe that each and every day

really can be as colorful as everything we ever dreamed of;

and yet our love,  

is the slow release 

of all belief 

that blue skies 

are what we even wanted in the first place  

she said

"i want love

to be first place,  

and at that 

to be deeper than the weather forecast; 

because, 

i have seen enough grey skies 

to know that the only thing that matters is the hand in mine;

and the someone beside 

to remind us that we

are stronger than all this;

i need you to be stronger than all this." 

so i say love

is not an acquired taste 

or some learned trait, 

but rather the 

permitting of she

to enter deep enough 

to draw out the eternity in me 

i never knew was hiding inside to begin with, 

so that i, 

can be stronger than all this. 

i once thought love

existed to make life better;

i soon learned that love 

is more simply 

a retelling of life's universal struggles, 

only

and more beautifully, 

with someone alongside encouraging you to keep struggling

i like to imagine that she'll be mine in eternity, 

because i'm certain that love will always be

more simply

a retelling of life's eternal struggles

only, 

and more beautifully 

with someone to bring an end to the struggling 

i don't suppose 

that eternity (or the life after this)

looks and feels anything like we could imagine it to

still 

i want today

to look and feel most like preparing ourselves 

only, 

and more and more beautifully, 

for the love we're certain of.