some of the most amazing times
excite me because you are here
very happy that somehow you stick around
enduring each minute without you
reading that card you wrote me is hope
and each year i get better and
less stupid about my own life
introducing myself to
nineteen liquors give or take a few
jolted to a few moving parts of pain
understandably annoyed with aging itself
rich in companionship and freedom
it is the only thing that counts right now
each night holding your hand
still mornings with a goodbye kiss