you were a map, an atlas, directions,
a trail and all the guideposts marked along the way.
a lantern at each turning, a sign
at each cross: choices to make, burdens to bear.
it was never easy, the trek was never smooth,
but who could doubt companionship,
or the warmth of affection in bed at night?
they say love gives you hope, or security,
or something-- but i don't think that's true.
hope would have led me to dreaming,
but the path was real under my feet;
security would have made me complacent,
but i never stopped fearing the loss.