Do I hear you calling, calling out to me
Through raindrops falling as this storm stampedes?
It was conjured by our own making; weeds were sown and reaped
Still your voice, it lingers—your presence never leaves me.
Though we push and pull, though we give and take,
Beckon to my heart despite what’s at stake.
You’re my light in the dark, the singular spark
And I pledge to see you, to ride or die.
Though it took me forever, an eternity!
Now the shade has been lifted. Now the blind can see.
Let’s put our best hearts forward as we take the lead.
With the dawn I heard you say: “you give me everything I need”.
How could I not see you reaching out to me
In a torturous gesture, a whispered plea?
Though our lies left wounds penetrating deep,
Through the fog I heard it—
You said you love me.
@shewritesofpassage 