Morning to Night Through Eyes and Heart

I have a lover who comes and goes. He comes into our house and wonders around for a day to get his bearings. Once he gets the updates and understands how the house is running he usually stays for a stint. After getting his first day's dose of a home cooked meal and computer fun overload he smiles. It takes the entire first day, but eventually he lets go and smiles.

Some people wait their entire life for a time when they can speak in poetics. Usually in books and movies it's after the main character has traveled through a larger chunk of their life going through trials and tribulations. Only after failing at the most important task at a crucial point in the character's life do you see all the moments peel back into a moment or series of moments in complete clarity.

I live in what some people would call a "suburban" surrounding. The surroundings dissipate when he comes home, and when he's gone it's just a series of houses outside the window staring back at me. He leaves because he carries the burden of many responsibilities on his shoulders and he is completely aware. Right now he knows he's the bread winner and dreams of a day that I can stand on my own again, financially, to provide for not the both of us but for a greater dream we share.

There's a feeling of hope that emanates from everything of his that surrounds me in this house. This is a temporary shell to hold our 'things'. We live here in harmony until the next move or challenge. He has bad luck and sometimes only I know the remedy, and I hold that power on reserve. There are many flaws in this man who leaves me often, but for the greater good, and I undoubtedly love him.

So the next time you come home to the person in your life or next time that someone comes back into yours try to remember how precious the time is. Try to remember the little things. Try to remember where they come from, what they've been through in their day, week, month, and if they don't open up ask them how they are. Nurture is a strong word, but a powerful action and sometimes we forget to use it. Try to stay within a poetic realm so that you can always say and do what you need to. Let things flow and let them know.