But You

The sun went down in March
and winter settled in.
As buds sprouted,
the days got longer
but darker
and harder.

We hunkered,
hibernated,
sheltered,
isolated.

We withered.

We thought,
it’s just a season.
But one
became two,
then more.

And some will say
this year is
rubbish,
unforgiving,
thankless,
deficient,
defective
unholy.

Some will say
no good has come
from this year.

But—

You.

The first thump
of your heart.
The first kicks
to my heart.
The first cry
that ripped
my heart
wide open.

There was you
and your warm,
solid weight
in my arms.
Your first smile.
Your first laugh.
The comfort of knowing,
not all is lost
if there is you.

The year was cold,
but—

You.

The year was empty,
but—

You.

You
shined a light
into the corners,
lifted the darkness,
eased the ache,
calmed the waters
that rocked
my soul.

It was an ugly year,
a long winter,
but I felt the sun,
because—

You.