Is this?

Is this?

Is this?

Is this somebody you could trust with your life?
Somebody you could trust? Who you’d leave your
child with? With whom you’d have a child? Who
you’d loan sugar to? Who you could learn something
from? Is this someone whose name you’d forget – after
sleeping with? Is it someone you’d trade seasons with?
Hockey cards? Secrets? With whom you’d share a
grimace and swallow a flaming sword? Who has similar
canine teeth? Someone you’d go on vacation with? Turn
your back on? Leave when they shed tears of repentance
and grace? Someone you’d call home? Someone who
reminds you of someone else? Someone to talk about?
Is this someone you could take advice from? Who you’d
take seriously? Who you’d swing by the arms and not
fear for gravity? Who considers the stars? Who eschews
maps? Who prefers solids to liquids? Is it someone who
remains tangled? A person who cried wolf? The one who
said the truth? Who ate the last biscuit? Somebody you’d
walk to? Someone worth hitchhiking for? Someone you’d
buy a ticket to? A person you’d buy passage for? Someone
who brought you back? Who gave you what you never
thought you’d have? Who polished your shoes and darned
your socks? Who never really knew you except for your
tracks in the sand? Who always thought you shady? Who
you introduced to your family? Who you’d invite to your
funeral? Who forgave you without reason? Is this someone
who depends on more than circumstance? Who left you
feeling tried? Whose habits rubbed off on you and will
never disappear? Is this somebody who could make
redemption feel like a usual state? Is this somebody?