if you love someone

I hold you like a breath.
there is a time to gather, and a time to let go.

I hold you like a breath.
and when I am paying attention
I know exactly where you fill me in.

and when you leave,
when I am paying attention,
I feel the spaces inside my bones collapse.
my shoulders relax into perfect rest.

when I am paying attention,
you never leave too late or too soon;
and you always leave the door open behind you.

when you return,
it is the first gasp of God on the eighth day,
breathing resurrection into armies of stones.

I put the kettle on.
like any other birth, it is the same old miracle, every time.
I never ask where you have been.