‘Normal is’, we laugh, shake our heads,
A vague pop culture reference we both enjoy.
There’s no such thing, we agree,
As you tell me again, how you
Have never been normal and I nod,
Knowing I wouldn’t have you any other way.
As we create our own reality,
Definition of normality,
Knowing we exist on the same page
And can write our own book
One moment at a time,
Building a life together.
One thought on “Hour Seven”
Great poem, I was touched by the line, “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”