Unconditional

It’s the little things
like blanket creases
on your cheek
at the dinner table;

Clothes piled behind
the bathroom door,
washcloths on
the shower floor;

Drawn-in eyebrows,
dyed crimson hair;
black leggings and
plaid shirts you wear;

Fiery tongue or
laughing eyes.

I fiercely love
every
little
thing.

Addiction-less

You’re ripped from me
like nicotine after
ten missed cigarettes.

It’s better this way, in the long run;
the hammer will pound less,
the cock-fighting will cease.

But how will I find the sunset
on the horizon while I sip
my cocktail on the beach?