I Can See Myself Being That Kind Of Man

I sometimes look out to the unseen horizon.

“Imagine…”

I imagine myself walking through one of her mansions, congratulating her again and again, on how well she’s done.

My recognizing all the battles she’s won.

I would never waiver on being in her corner.

Doesn’t everyone need someone, who is always in their corner?

Someone who bears up, when they are bearing down?

Someone who picks them up, when they are falling down?

Someone who loves, especially when their beloved isn’t very loving?

Someone who sits quietly during any unnecessary raging, pushing forth lovingly and gently, while refusing any engaging?

Someone who can love and say silently, “Yes…I see it…the bullshit…”

Yes, I can see myself so easily being that kind of man for her.

The kind of man, who always loves.

By Aunties Tbone