A poem after so long

Talk to me. Sit and talk with me.

Tell me of all you know. Tell me of your story. Your trials. Your heartache.

I want to hear your story as lived. I want to hear the things that stick with you. The objects.

The loneliness.

The beautiful isolation that I know you’ve experienced.

Tell me of your faithless moments. And of those moments you knew you would come through.

Tell me of the unspeakable beauty.

Tell me of the writhing pain.

 

But I know

it’s the moments of beauty

that stay with you still.

 

And it’s those things

that I want you to recall

in their beauty

and their pain

how hard it is

even to hold them for a moment

that’s

the beauty

that I want you

to share

with me