There is only you

In response to the endless question, I search the dark spaces of my desires.
Consider the space, the time, and the emptiness of an alert-free day.
The dead deadline.
The bored and lonely phones.

The stress of choice and the worry of decisions for more that you and me.
No budget. No strategy. No meetings. No online.

And there. In the middle of this endless possibility.
You.

That's the choice. That's the only one I need.
To notice the warm embrace that you have always wrapped me in.
To relax into recognising, delighting, and returning it.

Our turn.