Attestation.

When we first got together,
I needed you more
than you needed me.

But what rises
always falls.

Years in,
you reach for me more
than I reach for you.

Because tides turn,
and need has seasons.

My feet
in your brown leather shoes—
I remember that earlier fear
shedding its hard chrysalis:
Will we stay this close?
Will we stay gentle, stay kind?

And all the once
cringey promises—
the fate-thread, soul-mate lines
I used to roll my eyes at—
suddenly feel true:
it's us till the end;
we will find each other
in every lifetime; and
no one knows me like you.

For all the things I could say,
all the things I’ll still miss,
nothing rises like this—
this quiet miracle
of being chosen back.

I choose you, again and again,
morning after morning,
night after night.
I know that fear—
I’ve stood where you stand—
and I will give you now
the love you once gave me.

It was never about
who needed whom more,
but that we both
turn toward each other,
wanting to need—
again, again, again.