Sometimes I think you found a secret passage way into my soul –
a back door
or an open window
that no one else took the trouble to look for
or check on …
to know for certain that there was a part of me
that wasn’t actually locked
or closed, so much as un-searched for.
How did you know to do that?
To go there?
To find me?
How did you know those were the questions that needed asking?
Those were the silences I needed to stretch in,
the pauses between conversations that gave me the space
I didn’t know I required,
to open up.
You surprise me.
Still.
And perhaps that is the grandest gift –
the key that you are to me …
No matter how many words are said or unsaid,
no matter how many days and weeks and months
lapse between our conversations,
I am always still looking forward to “next.”
Because I know there’s more of me to find with you,
beside your quiet heart
inside your busy mind
with or without reason or proof of anything
apart from my liking myself more
for your company.
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