I will never be able to stay long enough,
Have my fill of being in the same place for days
Of joining her daily life
Of seeing her just as she is in the ordinary moments
And wandering in and out of conversation.
I will never be able to stay long enough,
Have my fill of the other one’s laugh I adore
Of visiting her home
Of seeing her in all the corners of herself
And knowing a bit more of where she’s been.
I will never be able to stay long enough,
Have my fill of the way we all know each other well
Of how we wonder
Of how we always find something to uncover
And more than a little bit of fun.
I will never have my fill of
The messy, beautiful, intricate dance
Of women loving each other
And trying to love ourselves
While untangling beliefs we never asked for
That ruled our lives for too long
And sometimes still do.
I will never have my fill of
The complicated unraveling of who we are
Of not always understanding
And the discomfort of holding onto ourselves
While becoming other than who we once were
Unknown for a little or a long while
Before settling in with each other again.