I AM HERE

I saw you for the first time again today...

I could think of a million things to say.

But I sat quietly watching, listening.

Patiently awaiting your words.

You were smiling, whispering softly.

You held out your hand for me.

It held nothing tangible that I could see,

but the offering of your heart.

A transparent offering.

More akin to a mirage than a marriage.

I realized I had no rights and no claims.

An assumption that goes by many names,

because I waited for you to return.

Thinking somehow it would be different.

Better, you wanted something in me.

As you spoke I heard maybes and possibilities,

to birth babies not hostilities,

like the trips you've already taken,

to the forsaken and desolate ruins,

of love past and love lost and love neglected.

I believed your smiling eyes and laughter.

Anxious and afraid of what might be after,

the conversation ends and reality begins,

to set in, and see... will you remain?

My optimism in hope is plain.

Share with me your true grief unspoken.

The cobwebs in the attic where the toys are broken.

The ones you hold onto for the memories they possess.

The origin of your stress is my guess.

But am I any less an important relic?

Here it begins only if you choose for it to be so.

My requirements are the same from above or below.

Wherever you are I am there.

You were... you are...

We are... I am... here.