Though we were different,

we were not mismatched.

I always admired,

how the things

that would stop me

in my tracks,

rolled right off your back.

While onlookers may say

that I was clad in armor,

made from the “skin of my teeth,”

you did much more

for me.

And though we were not equals,

you and I made great partners.

All-in for every

moment under the flame.

You made making it bearable

look easy as could be,

and I put my energy

where it was most needed.

And though we were not the same,

we fit nicely together.