Realise – A Haiku

Realise, won’t you,

just how brilliant you are.

Won’t you realise.

Diamond

You meet a granite surface,

when you look at yourself,

like that.

What you don’t realise

is that you are diamond,

in all its ways

and yours.

So, it doesn’t matter, love;

granite has nothing

on you.

Feels Like

The reason it feels like forever,

is because that amount of time

is undefinable,

indescribable.

It feels like forever because,

if it is,

then every day is part of it;

every day is forever.

Just In Case

Just in case you ever need reminding,

or something to look back on when your light has dimmed a little:

Know that I mean it when I say you are superhuman,

perhaps not literally,

but as close as can be, to me.

You see, love,

I know that you can do anything to which you put your mind;

that bright, powerful mind of yours –

one that tells jokes when I need to laugh,

says the right thing when I’m feeling low.

Luckily for me,

for lucky is exactly what I am,

you are beautiful,

inside and out.

The mere thought of your face makes my heart skip a beat.

Not so lucky, perhaps, is that I miss you every second you’re not here,

that I feel sick every time I can’t help you.

My One Day and my Always,

you have no idea how special you are,

nor how happy you make me,

but I will try to remind you every day;

I’ll do everything I can to make you see it.

Somehow, it turns out, I get to call you mine.

You are everything;

may you never forget it.

Strange

It’s strange how,

when we lie in bed

on a Saturday evening,

watching people dance,

I can see you in a suit,

moving to a song we’ve already chosen,

with my hands in yours.

It’s strange how,

when you knock on the door,

I imagine you carrying me through it;

a novelty, yes, but an idea that made us laugh.

It’s strange how,

when we share a meal,

I imagine looking out at fifty other faces,

hungry and here, for us.

It’s strange how,

each time you kiss me,

I imagine we’ve just been given permission;

the cue to sign-off.

It’s strange how,

when I call you ‘Baby’,

it seems to begin, in my head,

with a ‘H’ that’s saved only for forever.

It’s strange, all of this.

And perfect.

In Circles

Sometimes, we talk ’round in circles.

All it does is make me dizzy,

and whirl up the queasy feeling in my stomach,

when you leave.

The problem is, I’d do it every day,

if it helps you;

if it means you’ll come back,

when you leave.

Absolute – A Haiku

Only you are you.

It fascinates me: your way;

your absoluteness.

The ‘You’ That I Believe In

If I can’t help you,

then I am not the ‘Me’ that I promised I would be;

I am not helping you be the ‘You’ that I tell you I believe in –

the ‘You’ that it’s my job to shine a light on.

So what, exactly, am I doing?

Like Forever

One day, one week, one month.

They all feel like forever.

And thank goodness that they do.

The Language of Your Being

Even you,

with an anxiety and insecurity to rival my own,

are able to lift me up;

all the things that make you who you are,

make me feel like a king.

I am a ‘thank you’

in the language of your being.

One Day You Said

One day you said,

‘I’ll always need you,

and I’ll want you for even longer’,

and I could have died,

then, in that moment,

and been happy about it.

When You Leave

When you leave, so do I.

Or at least you take a piece of me with you.

It’s probably why I feel a little sick;

probably what makes me cry.

The pain of it all.

I don’t know if I worry that you won’t ring the bell again,

and walk up the stairs;

that you won’t stand behind me while I make tea,

or hold my hand,

or kiss me on the forehead.

It might be that.

Maybe it’s just the thought of sitting here without you.

Stars

I count my lucky stars,

drawn on the tips of my fingers;

the place where each of them has touched.

One of them is an old star,

one is a little newer.

One is a maker of dreams,

and one will guide me home.

The last has just come into view;

it is warmest at its core,

and takes your breath away.

I count my lucky stars,

and there you are.

Shield

I will protect you,

a lioness with her cubs,

a shield in a riot,

a hand raised to the sun.

I will push out my chest,

stretch upward my spine,

open my arms,

plant my feet on the ground.

I will stand in front;

I will stay beside.

I will protect you.

Absolute.

 

The Storm

We are all afraid

of the calm before the storm.

But believe me, friends,

there are few things sweeter

than the reverse.

When the seas rest,

and the wind slows,

and the shaking ground is still;

when the clouds clear

and the air is a little warmer.

That,

is pure satisfaction.

The Best Parts

The hard part is over,

the brave part is done.

The best parts are here now,

the time has begun.

The Rest of the Pages

Some of the old pages in this book,

the ones with folds and tears and scribbles,

are not for your eyes, love.

But then, nor are they for mine.

I have left the rest of the pages clear, crisp,

ready and waiting.

Write what you like, love;

this ink is for you.

Birthday Boy

Birthdays are days that are all about you,

so on Wednesday you’re at the centre of everything.

But for me it won’t feel any different;

every day is about you, for me.

 

Hurdles

You wrote yourself over that first hurdle,

like you’d been playing this sport for years.

It might not have been elegant,

it might not have been artistic,

it might not even have been right.

But you did it.

So why not all the others?

A Love Letter

Dear One,

May every conversation,

every holding of hands,

every tear,

be a love letter to you,

penned in an endless line.

For this, and we, and I am

Yours,

My Love

How Lucky

Thank goodness you’re here to talk sense,

how lucky that you gave me the time.

Thanks goodness you’re here right beside me,

how lucky I am that you’re mine.

Are Free

You have nothing to fear;

the hardest part is over,

the bravest part is done.

You are free; are free, at last.

 

Old Friend

Welcome back, old friend.

It is time to find your place again.

Rest

As you breathed out the words,

the vice-like grip subsided;

so did the feeling of sickness if your stomach.

It will seem unfamiliar,

but this air is freedom,

and this time the hands on your chest are your own;

this time they don’t clutch and bruise –

they rest.

Except This

There is nothing, except this:

‘I am here’.

We Are Written

Luck cannot be made, nor possessed.

Fate does not guide; it may not even be real.

Nothing was meant to be.

And yet I cannot help but feel,

this has turned my way, you must have always been the goal, and we are written in the starts.

Those magic things might not exist,

but you do.

For

Thank you for being.

Weight

I have carried many weights,

in my hands and on my back.

This is one I would rather do without.

These Four Walls – A Haiku

These four walls belong

to us; this bed; the very

moments we stand in.

Valour

This moment, our stage, is a trapeze act;

all glamour and danger and valour.

It is spectacle; held breath and clutched heart.

This is back and forth, at speed and a dizzying height.

Will you catch my hand? Of course.

We already know this act

as though we have been performing it

since the beginning of time.