Creativity:

“Posey,”
I got 2 empty pockets where my heart used to be.
I used to fear the verbal putdown.  I shook violently like a dog freeing his coat of water
I’m glad you decided to walk beside me through the deep ish and THE light.
Pulling me up by my bootstraps was always possible but you pulled through.
Guiding me through the tight passage by loosely showing me yourself is all I want to picture when I blink.
I think each time I’ve fallen and misstepped up until now has resulted in me getting up stronger, richer, quicker and more humble.  I’m super ecstatic we handle any and all miscommunication like champs.  We breathe through tense moments and closeness.