I love how old you are.
I love how smooth you are.
I love how you keep going.
I love how secure you make me feel.
I love how you just decided
furniture is allowed to be fun.
I love how you keep going.
I love how you remind me of the sea.
I love thinking about being with you
on the porch drinking homemade lemonade
growing old and creaking together.
I love how you keep going.
I hate how often I imagine you rocking
in the dark with no one sitting on you.

© Carl Burkitt 2021