i've spent a year analyzing every inch of your backbone

and every fleck in your skin

and i've spent a year piecing together words

for seconds and minutes and moments

that i didn't think could be strung into sentences

and i've spent a year opening my eyes to you

and the thought of you

and the breath of you beside me

still sound asleep well into the afternoon.

i've spent a year finding your fingers

under the covers to hold them for another little while

and i've spent a year giving in and admitting i'm ticklish,

but only there, okay i lied again, there too,

and yes, yes, my feet too

and i've spent a year continually noticing myself

running chaotically down a hill

tripping over my feet and running after you.

i've spent a year searching for your lips in the dark,

doing everything i've always wanted to do,

but never thought i would

and i've spent a year realizing that you're the only thing i need,

the only thing i want, and the only thing i have

that makes me the happiest i can be

and i've spent a year with you, and only you,

and it seems like a long time but it'll never be long enough.