They told me to marry my best friend?
they warned me—do NOT marry your lover?
and the slogan on the back of the toilet door said—
"Wed the soul who lifts you up and won’t slip over."

You do lift me up, but not because you send me motivational quotes,
or leave me little love notes,
or smile at me every time I have a frog in my throat,
or lend me your coat
(which you do, do—thank you).

But it’s because you’re my hero,
and being around you levitates my soul.

You pick up the broken pieces off the floor
and so gently, so beautifully, tend to the sore—

The one that lives in me and in some ways will always be

But is less tender every day 

That I get to be in the same place 

As you