Walk 5

I walk into your bedroom
and I choose you,
I walk beside you to the door
and choose you,
into the kayaking store
and out again,
between the pots of paint
and the sprockets and thingames,
in the keys and under the knife above black pepper bread,
whilst chasing our daughter, whilst watching a squirrel,
whilst picking out her Easter bonnet
and decorating it,
whilst watching you age grey,
digging the earth,
whilst dreaming of the way we used to fuck
and now don't.
I choose you in the hardest of times,
when our minds have disconnected,
when they sing to the thrum of family over self satisfaction
when they've forgotten how to come, and cum, and keep coming up for each other,
when they've forgotten
fun and laughter and mutual joy.
I choose you
and this life we've made
even when I want to run.
I do that because I love you,
every beautiful element
and all the shit too,
in case you no longer knew.