I Cannot Help But Turn Back to You
And inevitably when you and I come back together we will return to our kisses, our snickering conversations, our laughter, and our love.
I can still see you in my mind’s eye, walking between rooms in our hallway. Your brilliant sense of self illuminates the very fibers of your being and I can discern it as a slight hop to your step, a lightness to your being. Your laughter at some remarkable bit of news can bring a smile to my face even in the most somber moments.
You turn to me, and, despite whatever hesitation I may conjure, I cannot help but turn back to you and embrace you with helpless hands.
We are together in this rapidly changing, strange world. I with my tea, prayers, and dreams, and you with your prodding sense of humor, charisma, and cooking skills.
When the air is still, I can see both of us in my mind’s eye. I wish to capture us both in a frame, though we are always rapidly escaping boxes that the world tries to fit us in.
You are holding me, and I am holding you.