The Old Man

We fit together/ without a thought. You step to/ the blurred edge to breathe

This is the way it's always been, before I was born. I had your children and we lived together. I picked fights with you knowing your only reaction would be muted amusement. We're each other's wallpaper.

At times you're so delicious I want to bite you. When we hold hands I ignore you completely, I forget you as I stroke your thumb. Sometimes the most important part of you is your schedule.

You don't complete me. I don't complete you. We are whole without each other. We use each other in a most wonderful way.