CXXII

What does it mean to share a life. Is there enough there to share? Is it worth something to try. What are the inextricable’s; a bed, a house, a home, a monetary sum, a child, a fundamental set of ideals, a hope for the future, an intent. What markers are these? How many must we acquire? Somebody tell me because I do not know.

The courts hold my signature and say my life is won. Is wed. Is yours. Is shared. How simple could it be?

CXVI

Listening to your steady sleeping slowing breath is becoming a favourite thing. Favourite because you're mine and I can hear this every night, if I stayed awake to listen. Favourite because you're peaceful and you're okay and that means I am, too. Favourite because this is what I dreamed of, and now I need to stay awake to listen. Favourite because it's you, and you're next to me, and the whole world is as nought, and your steady sleeping slowing breath is the only thing. My only thing. It's becoming a favourite thing, to visit these dreams of mine in my waking. You are my dream come to life, and I love you for it. You and your steady sleeping slowing breath. I love you.