i woke up to a beautiful sight today, your face veiled in the dawning light before losing myself in your warm embrace remembering the words you said last night
we’ve come a long way, you and me with each passing day building up to the next secrets told and dreams shared yet everything about us is so complex
but for simplicity’s sake, tell me again how i touch you and i’ll whisper the ways you continue to change my world how you remind me i’m worthy in so many ways for with every word spoken or unspoken, my heart learns
you let me find your quiet place, and asked me to sit with you and in the ensuing silence we said words we’d never shared with anyone before – words of comfort, love and so much more words meant only for our lonely souls to hear as you lay your hand over my heart and said, no matter where i go, wherever i may be, just close your eyes and find me right here.
no one knows how deep our scars run and sometimes not even we do until someone comes and traces the marks and to our horror, the wounds open up again too soon
far sooner than we were prepared to staunch the flow of not just blood, but memories and shame the very ones that kept us scarred and broken, long after we’ve forgotten their names
but for your words and the sound of your voice, this time something was different for together with the stigma and the blame that may have accompanied them, there, too, was redemption
an acceptance that none of it was my fault or my own doing, nothing i deserved or asked for. and i can finally move on because you saw something i long forgot, that i am worthy and i am worth fighting for.
i ran errands yesterday – the post office and then a stop at the grocery store and as i stood in line at the checkout stand, i found myself looking around at first the entrances and the exits before realizing there’s really only one door besides the one in the back meant only for the employees of the store and then i thought if it should happen while i’m standing in line, will i even have a chance? will he pick me because of my color or will they simply call it happenstance? and then i wondered, why is the line so slow for i need to rush home.
can the line move any faster? i really need to go.
oh, dear heart, don’t be a traitor for i need you to be strong the next time he comes around but only until he says the words that always disarm me and it won’t take long before he leaves me breathless, unravelled, undone.
you checked in on me when you didn’t have to you were honestly the last person i thought would call but you did and for that i am grateful for your words mean more to me than all the likes on my social media wall.
for you took the time to make sure i was okay even if it was already late in your day after you had to put out fires at work and at home you took the time to remind me i’m not alone
that even in this crazy world we find ourselves in right now where there’s too much hatred and color wars i can still count on you to be there for me no matter where you are, no matter how far.
i need a break from all the madness, just a short respite with you the sight of your smiling face, the feel of your embrace, how they have the power to undo the sadness that often hits me when the days are long and hard and the loneliness that engulfs me when i find myself constantly on guard from the demons circling, searching for every vulnerability they can find, until the sound of your voice sends them fleeing into the night.