You never did seem to fit in anywhere,
Did you?
A loner among the alone,
a broken song of isolation,
the cry of the walking wounded.

You found solace in your writing,
Didn't you?
Withstanding the torrent of judgement,
and the belittling of criticism.

You only wanted to be heard,
to speak,
to have a voice.

But the words didn't come so easily,
Did they?
You wish you could stay in this place
forever,
writing the never-ending tale.

Oh my Beloved,
I sing to you throughout the night,
at peace with our love;
knowing we’re together
as one
in my heart.

I weep with devotion for you.
Your beauty moves me to tears;
your affection fills me with warmth.

You speak to me through your actions,
your actions show me you care.
You're gentle, so kind,
your touch,
so delicate.

You give me encouragement.
You give me strength.
You're always here for me,
never turning away,
even for a moment.

You allow me to be who I am.
Through your love you give,
and give,
and give,
only wanting me to love
in return.

Your being is one of grace.
Your nature is one of generosity.
Out of appreciation,
my heart shatters.

You teach me how to be compassionate;
you've shown me what it means to love.
You never judged me,
when I judged you.
You believe in me;
I believe in you.

I take your hand with joy,
continuing to call out your name;
knowing we’re together
as one,
never to part.

A glimpse behind the mask,
a catching of the tongue.
The faces waiting in the shadows,
I know,
I've seen them before.

The breaking of a new day,
the makeshift of the moment.
A not-so-subtle desire,
an urge,
to discover the self.

A memory now,
disconnect me from my emotion.
How’d I fail to see through this disguise?
The layers of compassion
hidden
within those focus-wearied eyes.

A whisper,
an acknowledgement.
A tattering of delusions,
the picking up of ruins.
How much was it worth to learn what could have been known
Any other way?

The seconds turned into minutes,
the minutes became miles,
My breath tired,
it tried to keep up.

Calmness.
Now.
The centre of peace.
The questions and their answers
subsided,
a beckoning of quietness and solitude.