I am grateful.

I am grateful for the moments we shared:
the laughter early in the morning;
the cold hands, always;
that day in the rain when
sopping wet clothes clung to our anxious frames.

But I’m also grateful for the moments we spent crying.
So much was shared between chokes of breath.

I am grateful.

I am grateful for the people I love
and who love me.
I am grateful for this life
and what she has yet to show me.

But I wanted to acknowledge you,
to show my gratitude, because
you were a candle in the dark of night,
guiding me from point A to B.

I’m still trying to find point B,
but a flame of my own is starting to burn,
and damn it’s bright.