As I Sit Here

Dearest love, best friend and partner for life Kimberly:

As I sit here,
in the lucid loneliness of the graveyard shift.

Slaving tirelessly over a keyboard in a cold office
as if it were a hot stove and I were cooking pancakes.

I feel a longing for that feeling of home
that being beside you brings me, brings us.

As I sit here,
fervently studying the opcodes of the 8080.

My mind cannot focus on programming, I miss you.
I miss your familiarity and texture.

Although we’re only 45 minutes apart tonight,
it feels like hours.

Yours truly,
Aaron

Most At Ease

I’m most at ease when
I’m with you.
When we’re exploring a
future possible home or
a new
attracting
forest.

I’m most at ease when
we’re playing tennis.
And one of us smacks
the ball
out
of
the
court.

I’m most at ease when
we’re creating.
Painting our selves
onto
canvas.

I’m most at ease when
you’re smiling.
When you’re beating me
at all the
video games
we play
together.

I’m most at ease when
you rest your head on
my shoulders.
When you fall asleep on
my lap during all the
silly documentaries
with animal
penises
and
feces.

I’m most at ease when
it’s just us.
When you and I are
all
that
we are.