Your Everything

I am the bed you rest in after a long day.

I will be the soft white wool blanket 

you wrap yourself in when you are cold.

You never asked me to be the pillows that hold your head up, 

the pillows that have absorbed  your sapphire tears

as your glistening golden fibers spread—yet I will be.

I wish I could be the stuffed animal you cuddle

for comfort during a lonely night, 

the same feeling you got when your grandma baked you cookies.

I, your charger—

charging you after a long, gray day.

The phone you use to entertain yourself.

The lost ring under your bed—

missed, sought after, loved.

The songs you listen to at night, 

as you think deeply about things