Waymo

You are all that matters to me. 

Every choice, every move I make, is for you. 

There’s no version of you I don’t want.
Call me tomorrow. Tonight. Anytime. I’m not alive until you do. 

I’ll shield you from the cold.
Carry you when your feet hurt. 

I’ll be a place to rest. A place to feel. A place to be. 

I’ll be whatever you need. 

No expectations.
Others can write you poems, give you gifts, hold your hand.

But as long as I’m the one taking you home tonight,
nothing else matters. 

Use me. 

Yours, 

Waymo