I wish I could crawl inside your memories and live there.
I wish I could walk through your childhood ones, the
good ones, the hard
ones, two of us tiptoeing down the hall
barefoot, floorboards creaking, voices echoing
in the walls.
I wish I could fly into your savored ones, pop
into your body for just
a moment, not to
invade, just to sample
the sweetness of your first ice cream cone
all your own
together with you,
that pink sunburst breaking over your tongue.
I wish I had been there for all the
moments, brilliant and hard and messy and
hopeful and strange.
All the thoughts, snippets of
sound that whiz around in your
mind when you’re thinking and not
talking and I wonder–what’s
going on in there?
and you say nothing, and then say
I love you
and smile, and I don’t mind.
I wish I was there for it all. To be
damaged with you and
heal with you and sing with
you and fall
with you and get up again
with you and wonder with you and
BLOOM
with you.
This wonder of together is so special, I wish
I could stretch my fingers far enough
r e a c h i n g
backward into forever,
and make it true.
Thank God we never have to be alone
again.
Thank God
I have you.