We’ve known each other all our lives.

You’ve been there for me day and night,

every minute, every hour,

without me even trying.

 

I have taken you for granted, all the time,

and I am sorry.

I only know I need you when you’re running short,

shallow, caught or less.

 

I’ve seen you lend yourself

to other chests, to fading days,

dying lights. Heard you roar,

gasp and stumble, putt-putt tumble,

rasp and tremble.

First to rumble, last to leave.

 

That night of a thousand years?

She had no idea you were there,

how hard the working

when the rest of her was folding in

but I was watching, marvelling

at syncopating rhythms,

at the bidding of a bellows.

 

We’ve been together every second,

most without me knowing.

I owe you everything.

I have grown in your presence.

 

So this is yours, my offering.

A quiet prize, nightly heed,

I let you lead each gratitude.

Without you, I’d be nothing.