For Oliver Poem by Stephanie Lynn Daniels

My lover; my friend
when can we meet at a point of conscious humility?
When will the arrogance of our egos,
and the aggression of our insecurities
begin to be consumed by our love?

When do we start attracting those things that make us who we are
Be it together
or when we're apart

When will happiness stay longer than the one or two sober days?
How can we find each other?
when do we find each other?
Where can we meet?