I caught my breath

after surviving an emotional coma

before you took it away

in a quiet airport.



I found that the reinvention

of ourselves

was nothing less than miraculous,

mythological even,

like Phoenix rising,
something so unimaginable

once upon time

that it’s occurrence 

could only be supernatural.

Then I came up for air

from the undertow of my life

to find that I still

could stare at you for hours

and be perfectly content 

in speechless moments.



A lost wish on the back of a penny

tossed in a well

was rediscovered with the hope

of a child’s heart

after laying finders-keepers 

claim to any treasure.

Your gifts were

in my laughter, so easily

given and tears,

falling for once without shame.

I’ve been deaf 

and you’ve been blind

until, in muted understanding,

we let go

of all semblance of control.



I can’t keep secrets from you

so I quit trying.

But you knew all along

how I watched your hands

like they were made for mine.

What I wanted to say,

     I didn’t.

What I wanted to do,

     I wouldn’t.

Instead, I tiptoed into your smile

and curled up 

beneath your sighs, 

waiting 

for breadcrumbs

and second chances

to lead us home.

01/11/2009

Posted on 01/11/2009
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