I’m sorry

I’m here for
someone
else.
Only I’m
not.
I’m here to
be fully consumed,
by you.

To be held,
to be nurtured.
To be in awe of.
And to gasp at.
To be
a source of
great amusement,
even comedy.
To be
confused by,
to be loved
by,
to be
fully me.
With all
the weird dangly
bits. And the
feelings,
and the big laughs,
and the contemplation
and uncertainty.
And joyous
abandon.

I’m here
to be.
With
you.