spilling in a good place

If I am to worry -  
 
If I am to drive extra hours,  
smile extra smiles  
extra bright -  
eat bar-food - French Quarter veggies  
definitely not vegan  
and feel my gut lament -  
if I'm going to be  
in a starving situation,  
away from my love again -  
if I'm going to step slower  
than I ever have  
dancing in pieces,  
following and leading both -  
 
If my visits, our tango,  
they come and go -  
if I must miss them, aching gentle to stop the stillness  
between bouts of kitchen twirling -  
if I am going to witness soft snores,  
I'm glad they're yours.  
 
And if I'm to love someone so much  
I can't hold it in my body  
I'm damn glad it's you,  
glad  
that when I sing  
or fall asleep  
in the crook of your elbow,  
the lace of your hand  
and barely squeeze,  
you twitch it back to me,  
cozy, close, precise -  
feeling,  
knowing what I mean.