I have to keep my mind on the work in front of me
Even when I struggle to define what that is
I know that I am changing
I can feel the shift
You watch me expectantly
Like measuring flour for bread
Too much of this; take it out
Not enough of that; add more
You seem to know the recipe
There are conversations around me all the time
In a language I don't understand
Faces casting glances back in my direction
As if to gauge my comprehension
I'm not sure where this path is headed
Or that the destination is even important
But each step of the way
You seem to take my temperature
And remind me I have a choice
The ring was to my liking
The ceremony was unnecessary
They were what I wanted
Even the tattoo was of my design
When I felt like I needed markers,
Symbols to remind me of the journey
Numbers on the thermometer
Measuring how much closer have I gotten to You
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