How do you measure a relationship?
We’ve lasted four.
I’d try to get it down to the second,
but I’m bad at math.
I’d rather measure ours
Like the first night we spent together
and stayed up until 3am talking
about…you know, I’ve forgotten;
but I do remember the sound of your voice,
like a roll of thunder over my skin,
and how I wished your fingers had chased the sounds.
We were so silly
the day we decided moving in together
was the best solution to our first real argument.
But I was frustrated–I missed you,
and you won’t admit it,
but you missed me, too,
and even though it was stupid,
it worked out all right in the end.
I remember the day I dyed my hair
and you said I looked beautiful
and we tumbled into bed together
and some months and days later
we named our son after your grandfather.
It’s weird, isn’t it,
that buying a house together was scarier
than those 16 hours of pain.
A lot can happen in four years.
I’m curious to see what the next
four years will bring–
maybe a daughter?
—For my SO, for putting up with me for so many years.