I block out days. I post ahead. I make my way to them.
I stay in their homes. I sleep in their beds. I cook with their pots and pans.
I rent a car. I stock the fridge. I hug them extra long.
I do the dishes. I pick up the tab. I listen with open heart.
I check their welfare. I gauge their joy. I comfort when tears arise.
I laugh more often. I cry more, too. I wish it could all be the same.
I yearn for the past. I chip at the now. I trust that change is good.
I believe in our growth. I have faith in the path. Yet I'd kill for a crystal ball.
I leave them with tears. I fly to my life and its doubt for this choice I have made.
When it's suddenly clear that my path is my own and it sets them both free to choose theirs.