I’m at the age where I realize,
Nothing, actually (Sublime)
Just say the words, tell me I’ll be okay.
You don’t have to mean it, it ain’t gotta be true, you’ll never have to be accountable for what comes or goes,
Just say the words.
I tell my friend, she of open heart and hospitality, tell me my parenting will get easier, tell me it gets better.
She says, yes.
She says, I did it, you will too.
I tell my son, he of 13 years and internet-trolling, if it’s not true, helpful or necessary,
Don’t fucking say it.
He says, okay Dad.
He says, I understand.
I tell my wife, she of magical unicornism and poetry-inducing madness,
I will always give what I have, I will work until I drop, to give us, I say, to give you,
To provide for you, my girl, wife, dream, goddess, queen,
My endless frustration
To give you home and hearth and love and food and bandwidth and hot coffee and cold air when it’s hot outside,
I will give what I am to a job that takes all I have, to earn this place I see, this golden fantasy where you smile and we have a door with a lock, behind which we remember our youth and we expose our eternal truth
She says, wherever. She says, I got you.
She says, be happy and I will.
She says, we got this, love.
We got this love, love, we have our love to rely upon, she says and she shows and sometimes she needs reassurance but,
Tell me, say the words.
I will say the words.
Even when I have trouble believing myself.
You’re going to get through this.
I’m going to get through this.
We’re going to be okay.
We got this.