you were within me, and i out of myself
you spoke into something
maybe it was a microphone
maybe it was my heart
maybe it was god’s ears
they all heard your voice
and held your breath
because it was not too late
it was right on time
and right where it needed to be
an ancient forest untouched
a seam in the fabric of what we have left
i have been so many things, i don’t remember who i am
but i remember you
and what you meant to me
in the dark when i was feeling for anything
and there was your hand
without knowing me
there was your hand
holding mine
and whispering to me,
without making a sound
“everything is gonna be just fine”
photo: jawbreaker by marilyn minter
My subconcious mind had found & cleared a space 4 ur fine, poetic example of an expression of appreciation from one, who had grown close to another. For a period of time, of a length that survived all temptations to disapoint. Thank you for your sound, albeit old fashioned affirmation of my lonely doctrane. Particularly following such a personally painfull last 24hours sufferred by myself regarding precicely this subject. I am not the lone survivor afterall.
much love and gratitude.