I’ll Settle For You. {Poem}

Sunday Morning

I’ll Settle for You.

“What’s so wrong with settling?” he asks me one day.

“It sounds comfortable,

the right fit, like settling down for a nap, like you and me.”

And I had to pause and think for a minute.

Don’t settle, they all say.

But what does it really mean?

My love is deep and passionate

comfortable as sunday bed and as warm

but there’s days I have to plunge myself out of that bed

and jump into a cold river to shake things up a bit.

Love’s like that. Especially if you choose to stay for the duration.

No guarantees, sometimes all turmoil and full of stormy moods

confusion and mistakes to be smoothed over, kinks worked out.

It’s not being consumed by joy, haunted by romance

it isn’t measured out in texts-per-day or flowers-per-month.

It’s messy and it’s true. Lovely and challenging.

A lot of the time it’s safe and easy. it’s home.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that if this is settling,

I’ll settle for you.


Published by Keeley Milne

Keeley Milne has an irrepressible joie de vivre. She is most content when with her son Liam, a pile of books, or in the woods—and best yet all three at once. She loves to run marathons in other countries, go on solo adventures, and drink a perfect cup of coffee. She is a voracious reader and loves to write, listen, and laugh. Keeley makes her home in Medicine Hat, Alberta, where she is completing an English degree, going for runs in the coulees, and hugging Liam as much as she can, every day. You can connect with Keeley on her Facebook here, on Instagram, or Tumblr.

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