i clutch this truth to my heart
to the dark and light
in my chest, your soul
has a nest here, a soft refuge, that
must have been collecting, unnoticed
for the entire before, of the us we are now

before death's pressure-quiet depths,
our airy-high joys and the breathlessness
pinned pulsating onto each
i'd been saving it all, both
for you and the me you hauled up
from the numb of an oh-so-low below

when i say my best friend is Love
it's more about everything in the poetry
that we live into each other
the lives we've lost and gained
as well as the way itself, its footfalls
step to the gentle ghost rhythm of our song

my best friend is us, the breath we share
the slip of time through linked fingers
its energy dreams our lives together
in moments, horizons, old and new
it will whisper our journey to the children
but, tonight, this earth and ocean whisper is ours