you are...

ive realized that i might know 
exactly what you are to me.
youre the candle flame that was
only supposed to last for the night,
but endeavoured to burn until morning.
youre the butterfly i managed to catch
on the playground in the 3rd grade
that chose not to fly away.
youre the shower faucet that
keeps the water from turning cold,
despite how long i keep it on.
and im convinced 
that youre the indefinite force
allowing me to write these words.
youre a miracle nonetheless,
and you are exactly where
i want to be.

jl