When I'm laying here, awake
Half my body warm
And thinking of life
In the early hours of morning
The scope of my insight is wide
Realistic rather than romantic
I've poetically promised
"always", "forever"
As if they were natural and easy
They are neither
Not large, significant movements
But tiny choices
Every
Single
Day
Each, choosing you
I'll still say
"always", "forever"
But now, more slowly
Because I realize
The weight of those words
They are heavy with recognition
Not platitudes
Not easy
But still as true now
As they always were