i don't know how to say it...

you are my Palifox
you are my Oakdale, my Connecticut
you are my bowl of grits, my pepper
my corn on the cob, white
you are my long ride home
you are my dirt road
the first sip of coffee
you are a new pair of boots
the blisters they give my feet
tomato sandwiches, white bread
the smell in the sheets
the shadow I know, blindfolded
the bitterness of tea
wildflowers leaning
you are the walk around the block
the photograph someone else took
the letter you'll never read
you are loud silence
you are the dream I had last night
the night before
the dream I want tonight
you are the words
I wish I'd written
you are anticipation
the mistakes I've made
the worst decisions I've made
the moment I want to quit
you are the voice that says quit
your weirdness mine
you 20 something miles away
you sprawled on the couch
you asleep right now while I write