adjustments

these past two years have been of petals
and falling or pulled
i've never uncovered so much of a person.
i thought you were magnificent before
but somehow you've expanded beyond that.
despite all the violences i've brought against you
and the adjustments of becoming,
you remain quietly and disruptively beautiful.
your sides are where i've been staying,
and there, leaving is a letdown and returning is contentment,
but it is nothing compared with the treasure i had of being within you
and the regret of my life that i stepped outside and away.