When I thought there was no hope,
Or merely, the dream of a fantastical hope.
When I thought my reality
Was a one way street to crazy, old
Cat lady.
And even if that’s still an inevitable
Reality?
These chapters in between
If only.
Missing you was the ache I forgot
To recognise within my heart.
Why? My love?
Didn’t my brain hold those scenes in my forefront?
In all my search, searching
For a sense of self when you’ve been
My mirror.
I had to know myself.
To learn myself.
To recognise you within me.
And all your love
And all your tenderness
And all your acceptance
Your non-judgements
… you chose me?
Was it a choice? Or an uncontrollable
Magnet?
You and me.
