I listen
though sometimes I forget,
the idea of being,
the need to find self,
she wanted me to find it,
alone,
could no longer help me together,
wasn’t against it,
just felt a need
to ask me to search
be present in my own life,
own my confidence, compassion, empathy
know that I can be,
difficult at first when told by the woman I love,
she cannot share my pleasure
only hope my sanity,
the art of being,
I am grateful
her passionate hope
wishing me
to be.
© Scott F Savage 7/2020
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