a gentleness so unknown to me,
a pursuance so alien
Yet you make me more familiar to myself than I can ever be.
Sometimes I know you and at others I don't
Sometimes I think we belong to each other
still there are more that take you away
You, my enigma, are my solution.
Your presence hovering over me
governing my every move, even my breath
your love, your emotions, your fear, all so palpable.
We both sense it, a distance grows and I hate it.
There is so much to say -
so many words, phares, sentences
all suddenly go so quaint and ridiculous before you
Few make any sense and it seems I have never cared.
My silence is my witness
when your thoughts rush in the dead of nights.
I may never own it, it may not seem true
It is in my own ways I have cared and I still do.
There is no logic to these things
I have heard them say and have come to believe so too.
Your life runs by reason
For me you are reason enough.
