The Carpenter

 

People ask me what love is

and I smile because I know

I see the answer in you every day

Your sadness for old shoes

left on a windowsill

waiting to be rescued from the rain

The scar above your eye you hate

when it speaks to you in the mirror

Always and relentlessly there,

sharing a place with older wounds

just below the surface

It’s not perfection I seek

It’s the little things that are real

and draw me closer to you

They leave their impressions,

adornments throughout the home

I've built for you inside my heart