May 22, 2018
He is my anchor & I am his sail
We hold on to each other through the highs & the lows & the treacherous mundane.
We support. We inspire. We wash the dishes. We create.
We sometimes breathe each other’s breath.
He is my anchor & I am his sail
We fit comfortably in these roles like the two parallel spaces for us worn in the mattress.
But when I’m sinking, sinking,
My anchor looks a lot like a sail.
