For The Love of My Life

We are not the same. 


We have different goals,
 different wants, different needs.


Black words on a white page
 distract me from thoughts of you,
 and smoke fills your lungs,
 like a daily medication, 
to avoid the hurt and anger. 


We are not the same. 

But as we lay in these sheets
 together, hand in hand, 
your body wrapped around mine,
 the warmth fills my soul. 


And I am home.


In this moment,
 as I lay my head on your chest,
 I can hear your heart beating 
the same beat as mine. 


And in this moment,
 we are the same.