L-I-K-E

I lost me beneath our first encounter. So engrossed in your smile that I immediately fell into a space from long ago.

Simple. Easy. First.

Listening to your voice was different. Your spirit held my attention. Nothing wrong with a little edge. You had an idea about life, the sun, stars, neither of which has always shone light your way.

But God was there. Underneath the dirt, there was a man. A good one.

I was drowning in this feeling. Submerged. Scared. Scared to give myself like this again. Not Love. I’m talking Like.

L-I-K-E.

Like how a smile creeps across my face when I see yours after a long day. Or like when we hug like friends do before they depart. I’m talking about what makes you call me as soon as your mind gives you a clue that it’s time. Not to talk. But to hear. And listen. And know that everything’s alright.

Been so long since I allowed all of me to get this close. Realizing that it’s now or never. Fantasizing about this day since yesterday. Happy to know that God heard my prayers from years ago. Had almost given up. Had almost let go of ever knowing this emotion again.  Had turned to myself to be my everything.

But once your hand touched mine, my fingertips loosened, my body became alert, my energy transformed. And I knew at that very second that I needed you.

Now all you need is my name…