I won't expect your presence
every second of the day
through a screen that screams for us
as we go on our way.
I won't expect your presents
with petals soft and red
or plush and cotton animals
with stuffing in their heads.
I only hope you think of me
when you buy a latte at the coffee shop
and spill a drop
on a stranger passing by.
You'll sigh and let me know
the awkward moment you experienced
while we lie in bed,
my head upon your chest,
your hand pressed against my neck at 1:00 AM.
I won't expect your happiness
to glimmer in your eyes
every night you're near me.
I won't encourage lies.
I want you to be honest
if you're hurt or sad or scared
I'll stay with you in darkness,
greet each demon that you bare.
If you're working
or your searching for your soul
I have some artwork of my own
that I can hone while you're away.
Explore the world inside your mind
or the pines of the Northwest
or the south of France or Budapest,
Just find your way back home to me
wherever I may be - New York or Mo