To the Boy I Love
I do not love you quite like Poe or Neruda or a romantic poet loves -
a bigger-than-life love, a world-upending-passion love.
Instead I love you as I do ordinary things,
Like the holes in your faded blue jeans,
And the perpetually untied laces of your Chuck Taylors,
And the kindness in your eyes and words and hands.
I love all of these mundane you-things because I love you,
And I love you because you are like all of these things:
Comfortable. Honest. Dependable. Real.
This poem is about:
Me
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