Poem

I was in a bad place

However, you helped me

You have made me feel a part of the human race

You made my life bearable

In 30 years, we will be parents, married, and divorced

Being hypocrites and being wise

In the end, I want you to know I did not want it to be forced

I am glad you came into my life

These moments will turn into stories

Those stories will turn into old photographs

We will be reminiscing old movies

Telling kids how easy they have it now

As I write this, I want you to remember 

That year when we went for a drive

Do you remember? The cold December?

I told you, you were infinite