The difficulty of fidelity

The air drowns me.

The smell. The sight. The possibilities. The unbridled optimism.

I lose myself.

The possibilities. Oh, the possibilities.

But I can’t.

I can’t.

She waits for me. My love.

My life.

What am I without her.

Her smile, her warmth

Her eyes. Oh her eyes.

So I persevere. I stay.

For another day. Another month.

Another year.

Another lifetime, and beyond.

Because you are,

My air. My love. My life.

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