I’ve Got You

“Well. It’s sort of similar to an adoption, isn’t it? You’ve gone through some massive life upheaval, and have decided that instead of going through the years of bullsh*t that can happen in a relationship, you’re going to cut through the chase and adopt some ready made baby.”

There was a pause, before Cameron roared with uncontainable laughter. “That… okay. Okay! I don’t think I’ve ever heard it put like that before, but that’s something!”

“It makes sense. I think. Maybe.” Aleshia considered the idea for longer.

“It does, actually,” he giggled, wiping mirth from his eyes. “So, I suppose this can be a trial run baby. See if I like it enough before I consider having any of my own, or adopting more.”

“That’s it exactly. You got it.” She smiled, before her expression dropped in seriousness. “Of course, it depends on how you look at it, too. Maybe being a father is more important than being the biological link.”

He sobered up as well. “I’ll need to give it more thought. I’m still trying to let the idea sink in. I’m not opposed to it, though. I’m not opposed to you.” He idly began brushing the thin strands of her hair, his fingers running through without becoming snared.

“I’m not opposed to you either.” Aleshia turned around, so her front pushed into Cameron.

He moved a thumb over her lips. “Have you written any poems, lately? I’d like to hear one.”

At this, Aleshia blushed. “I might have.”

Locking gazes with her, he said, “Tell me. If you’re comfortable with saying it.”

Again, Aleshia felt the vulnerability well up in her skull, at the idea of passing along one of her private poems. However, she liked being able to unveil them, in the presence of someone who listened without judgment to their contents. Parting her lips, she inhaled, and recited the poem she had written three days ago.

There’s a lot of things that make sense
There’s a lot of things that don’t

You make sense and you don’t
But you’ll know my secrets, and I’ll know yours

Come a little closer
I’ll show you everything that matters
I’ll show you what’s here

Through the many years
We all yearn for something
I found my something through those fears
My glass full
My everything

But how to express that feeling
Say the words without scaring it away
You’re not a box for secret’s sake
Not a doll to be worn and frayed
To play with until the strings break

That breaking, I would regret
But you’re not something I’ll forget

All those feelings, and more
You’ll know mine
And I’ll know yours.