I could write up a storm about you,
I could dust the grounds with words,
water the world with my tears,
and plant my stories in the earth,
about you.

I could light away your shadows,
warm your winter nights,
and fill your galaxy with my stars,

I would dot your declarations,
finish your sentences,
I would complete your incomplete-ness
and remember to remind you of the things you’d
ask me to remind you of.

I could be your other half,
and lay out a history, 
just for us.