I know love ought to be enough.
What more is there, really?
But in the face of the struggle
love seems insufficient,
not enough to bring
but far too much to carry.
How can it feel so small
and so weighty
all at once?
So, I’m asking you, can I just bring the E?
the Embrace? the Encouragement?
the Empathy? the Emptiness?
Can I count on you for the rest?
the LOV?
and maybe even some more of that E?
Is this what it means to be part of the body?
Bringing what I can, being what I am,
trusting the rest is there in you?
I know the answer.
Of course I do.
And on the good days I believe it.