D-D-Don't

Don't go softly into any good night. I'll dream of your barefeet
padding along the concrete, sparkling with shattered sand, sender
unknown. In the end here's what I think really happened
when we were (relatively) young. Just because
yours is the only name on the ballot doesn't mean
you will to win. I'll make sure you look hard for what you get.
Act four: Job. Security. I can curl up however I need when the
lights go out. I'm no wife, but a partner. Don't forget that, we need
too much affection in such a bristly place. Me?
I'll be satisfied no matter the outcome of life.
In order to breathe there is no other choice.
That being said:
The best part of my day is when I crawl out of my uniform.