Tonight, My Love Poem by chris schwartz

I can finally sleep.
Your chips lay
On the counter,
With the sour cream
Left in our refrigerator
Waiting to be devoured
With a calming essence
You call home.
The waiting game,
The superficial cross
That has been put
In place
Because of the chapters of our lives
Differ greatly
Has been infused with love.
Life, will disrupt
The pattern,
With change
That you, nor I can predict.
And though,
It petrifies me
To think of new beginnings,
I am not
Wearilessly pondering
About life's end.
I have you.