'Here to Stay'
As the words came flooding out, tears like a tsunami, he said something stark.
The sentence had been huge, yet only three words had clipped my head.
Here to stay.
People come and people go, that's a lesson I strived to burrow.
Yet I've never felt myself so darned over someone leaving.
So when those words passed my ears, my face grew very warm.
Here to stay.
Something about the way he wrote that, little nicknames on the fly, sent me into bliss.
Fireworks like the fourth of July filling up my chest.
Bliss and ecstasy are things he brings, yet those words brought nothing but tears.
Not painful tears or steamy tears, but tears of joy.
Here to stay.
As the leaves grow orange, changing colors, I breathe less poison knowing his words.
And although they aren't repeated often, they are repetitive in my head.
With the next morning rise, and moonrise, I know one thing;
He is here to stay.
- To the love of my life, my rose, my zombie destroyer.
