Take her hand when she’s crying
and when she’s laughing. Take her
hand. Listen to her even when you
don’t want to. She will do the same.
Ask for forgiveness. Say you’re sorry.
Improve. Try. Work toward something.
Show her you love her in sloppy wet
kisses before work, in making sure she
knows she can text you whenever and
you’ll answer, in wishing her a good day,
in allowing her to have a life, in allowing
her to be herself, in encouraging her to
be herself, in encouraging her to try new
experiences with you. Tell her you love
her when she’s mad. Tell her you love her
when she’s tired, barely awake. Tell her you
are sorry. Tell her you wish you had done
better and try to do better. Tell her you wish
you had met her earlier, that you wish
her laughter was there sooner so you could
hear it longer. Tell her that you love her, while
you hold her hand, her sleeping body. Tell her
even though she can’t hear you. Talk about
nothing so she has something to listen to.
Talk about something so she has something
to care about. Talk. Tell her you are there and
be there. Be present, no matter how many times
you find yourself crying while she sleeps, no matter
how many times you find yourself wishing her
laughter was there longer, no matter how many
times you wish you could just see her, animated,
smiling or crying or even mad at you. No matter
how many times you wish you could show her you
love her one more time. You love her. You loved her.