You occupy a space in me.
Way down deep, beneath the rubble of a thousand unmet expectations.
You dug me out and held me in your gaze.
You grew roots inside me, and built a new space, a foundation, sturdy and strong
Where I could sit, and rest.
You saw me,
With my tattered places, worn through from tired repetition, years of trying to speak in a language I couldn’t unlock.
You covered me, so our frayed edges overlapped, and I felt whole.
I craved your touch, my head on your chest, gathered in and protected.
I wanted to crawl inside and live behind your ribs, as a part of you.
I wasn’t looking for you.
I couldn’t search for what I didn’t know was missing.
And yet…
The unbearable sweetness of being found, like the warmth of your breath on my neck.
I feel you there, inside my bones, in a home you’ve made for us both.
Let’s stay here and dream.
Of Words and Whimsy 