All That Matters

You’re here, sweet one

And that’s all that matters

You think you have to be someone

Do something, go somewhere

But there’s only ever this

And there’s only ever you

This is all You ever wanted:

The mere fact of my presence

My sheer existence, nothing more

Whatever my shape

Whatever the skin I’m in

Whichever side of any line I’m on

All the rest irrelevant

I realise that now

All – all – that matters

Is that you’re here, sweet one.