Finding You.

She quivered and jittered with anxiety.

It had been over a year. It felt like more.

Her home had been gone.

An unreachable, Trespassers-Not-Permitted entity.

Now, Brigit had felt it out through intuition’s musical score.

Gravel abrading beneath her tires.

Heartbeat resonating the truth of discovery ahead.

She hadn’t known more than the town,

But she’d left on a whim, epiphany ripping her from fog like precision pliers.

Now here she was pulling up to him: her feelings fit to kill her dead.

Creep and crunching, she eventually made it to his house.

Evergreen sensation parading through her open door.

Was that movement inside?

Heart and mind thrilling, she fought fleeing like a mouse.

She had to face him: risk it all for love and more.

Vibrating hot and tingling cold rolled out from her chest.

One step, two step, Brigit coached herself forward.

Peripherals darkened and the world grew quiet.

Wonderment took her to see her hand so steady knocking abreast.

She could melt - evaporate. She could completely disassociate as sounds emanated outward.

This was it. She was coming home.

Careening with not knowing if she was welcome or not?

Would she be prodigal love returned?

She felt him look, certain he could see it was she through the peephole dome.

Time became nothing and everything, within she was drowning - she was caught.

How long had it been before the doorknob twitched?

She was the wrong person to ask about time.

In this defining moment, door hinging in,

Brigit braced for her world to fall in or apart with eminent bewitched.

Homeward seeking, now bound after years – tremendous, sacred mountain she had climbed.

Now at the top, what consequence was her reward?

There he was. The same and different at once.

Eye locked. Souls rejoined.

The universe bursting with light and darkening in upon itself as if gored.

Cataclysm of love jumpstarting a new epoch; with Brigit a happily witless dunce.

She couldn’t speak. It was finally real.

Connor: her home, her heart, her love in front of her again, at last.

Hot tears pushed down her face, she choked out his name.

In front, now around, he pulled her close - more powerful than words - they began to heal.

He squeezed her, he relaxed - kissing her hair as she sobbed into his chest like times past.

"Connor.” She managed again.

“Brigit.” He whispered in loving return.

She broke with new sobs at heartfelt declaration: “I’m so, so sorry.”

He started, he sighed and held her tighter. If there ever was one – this was a win.

“I love you” she cried, he cried it back too. Together a home always to be.

The words would come later.

Now they had each other and better ways to converse.

Home wasn’t a place. He was her person whom she’d always find through time and space.

Found Connor she had. True to her honor and heart: no traitor.

Across miles and myth – for love, light, safety, for her home – all she had traversed.

Here in his arms, remembered she.

“This is right.” He echoed her playing memory.

A place, a feeling, a person, a mindset.

It’s where and how you’re unconditionally safe to be authentic – no need to ever fret.

Sharp inhale, they moved in unison – perfect synch.

Cupping her face. Holding his too. Beholding each other, reverberating with eternal link.

Eyes holding each other, they saw and they felt.

All that lost time, even for the best, had taken its toll.

But their love made it right. Healing overflowing.

Delirious drift – made buoyant by love, down a slip-n-slide space-time continuum belt.

They had always been together in spirit. Never apart. One to the other, they’d Rick-Rolled.