the bird that woke you up.
the God that held your hand.
the song you hum on the bus.
the second cupcake you eat in secret.
the mother you can’t quite forgive.
the boy you want to marry.
the woman you want to be.
the car you still can’t get to start.
the nights you feel numb.
and the nights you feel everything but.
the left turns you steal.
I am the moments. We are all each others moments.
You are who I see you as. You are the combination of my moments with you.
And I am yours.
My name is what you labeled our moments in the file cabinet of your life.
Melissa. That’s the label.
It is who I am and who I’ll be and who I’ve been.
In and with everybody I’ve met,
and will meet and have met.
And with you.
Always, with you.