Dusho

Images of you filter through the blink of an eye:
you smiling, you tickling me, you eating,
you kissing me, hugging me, you sleeping,
the relaxation of your face, of your dreams,
softening your masculine features,
changing the man you are during the day
into an innocent child oblivious to the harshness
of the world at night.

You're not the dutiful husband who worries over a skipped meal.
You're not the sweet, sad-eyed boy who whispers, "I love you",
without the expectation of hearing the words he longs for
but is yet to hear in return.
You're just you - humble, kind, generous, strong.
You're just you - proud, fearful, selfish, insecure.

You're just Dusho.
Mi Dusho.