Let’s be honest, I always say it first,
and with a not small amount of fear in my throat. 
Usually a gamble, a manuever, a Hail Mary to get them (well, all the hers)
to stay a little longer —
still, always true, in a bipolar sort of way.
A “We’re all God’s children” sorta way.
A “Don’t you love me?” sorta way.
A “Cuz I don’t love me” sorta way.

This time though, to you (only you)
I said it in a “Did you see the news?” sorta way,
cuz it was true and trending, and could be useful
information to have, at some point, perhaps at trivia.
And you said it back in a “I did see that” sorta way
that made me burst into tears, hot happy tears.
And you called me a silly goose. 

I don’t complete you, because you are whole.
And, I suppose, I am whole too.
But our wholes press together,
swelling into a greater, grander, always growing,
whole.