She says she wants to go before me
because she says she’s not strong
enough to see me go.
She often casually calls me darling
from across the room
likes we’ve always been.
She pulls the positive from me
and pushes the negative away that
at times I let invade.
Whether in darkness or light
she takes my hand knowing
I will protect her in an instant
She seeks to know my day
whether it’s mundane or magical,
she seeks the knowing of me.
She often asks what was the best
part of my day, and my answers vary,
but I never say what I should,
that it’s the drive home in knowing
I’m going to see you.
It’s not easy for me to love.
Distance is my friend, for closeness
lets the hurt creep in.
Yet, I wish her close.
I want her near.
I want everything she
has to offer
I want all her tender
By Philip Wardlow Feb, 2020