We forget where it is we begin,
we can be traveling down the road,
a familiar song,
that melody I listened to when I was 17
and all I needed was a good lyric
to believe the compassion
I might be feeling in the moment.
I could often times feel so in love with
of being in love,
knowing I would give my heart to her,
or was it simply I wanted that touch,
that feeling of knowing
I was perhaps the one being loved.
I find it funny now when I think about
all the energy I spent
trying to find her,
and never really believing I would,
until over time,
I discovered there was nothing in between …
either I was completely lost in her eyes,
or this was simply a fantasy.
The former seemed safe, I could go forward
knowing again that someone, this one,
she did love me,
she told me so on so many occasions
and I believed her
because I did love her too.
I don’t think I could have let myself be convinced
if I did not give myself completely to her.
Yet somewhere down the road, I became consumed
and I forgot to lend her a hand to come along in my eyes.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
– for Zelda