Different Weights

The first time, a clumsy rush,

a bright, new thing, a sudden blush.

I meant: *I want you, I need you, I'm yours.*

A fragile lock with no secure doors.

Then years later, a quiet knowing,

a steady flame, a patient growing.

I meant: *I see you, I accept you, you're home.*

A shelter built, no need to roam.

And now, a simple breath,

a word against the thought of death.

I mean: *I’m here. We are. That’s all.*

A promise standing, through the fall.