My "Fit"

(A poem for Janet from Sam's heart)

by Kathleen Mathis, 12/98

You fit me.

I've always known it.

From the first time I saw you

walking down the hall

almost thirty years ago.

I had to follow.

Kneeling down beside your desk to ask you out,

my future hung poised

in your assent.

I've known it every day since then.

You fit me.

We fit.

No matter where I've gone

You were with me.

When I've dwelt in the shadows,

when I've lived in the light,

you were there,

a refuge of sanity,

serenity,

balance,

and joy.

You are my roots,

my home,

my whole.

You are the fit

To my soul.

I can't say that every day.

Words

are not the medium I choose

to paint my life.

I live those words,

knowing you are there,

my "fit",

my friend,

my wife.

I love you.