I’ll stand with you. Like evergreen trees in the white snow caps as arctic wind hits them, shredding off the needles, revealing patches of weakness. The way skyscrapers stand together with every sunrise and sunset, through repair and wear and tear, even the fall together and crumble to dust. The way legs stand to support a chair, throughout pressure of things too heavy, to be kicked around, slammed by toes, and dragged across the floor.
I’ll stand in cahoots, like salt will for pepper, and the right glove will for the left, even if it’s left hiding at the bottom of the laundry. The way mothers will for newborn children who are too fragile to act on their own.
I’ll stand in closeness, like water clings to a tea bag , the way city lights that grasp the shadows and sand stays with the shore through each ripple as it floods in and drains out in an endless cycle.
Mostly, I’ll stand in love. Not the way that trees or buildings are, or food items or dirt do. I’ll stand the way we do. To hold hands on the good days and the bad, to share the laughs about our fumbles and our triumphs. I’ll stand to support your decisions, to brighten your mood, and to trust things work out for the best. I’ll stand in hope that happiness continues, the future is bright, and for proof that this is the best way to be standing.