It's been almost an entire year... since you ran away last September. On my birthday, of all days. Sure, you've shown up once in awhile since then, but I never thought it would last this long. I never thought it would end like this a decade after I had met you. That's how I know, though, this cannot be the end.
Now it's your birthday, and we should be celebrating. But you are far, I don't know where, and I am here with a hug that's getting moldy. As much as I ache, I know yours is greater. Bound by shame, enslaved by fear. Though I'm not with you, I still catch your tears.
8-13-18
I Touch Your Tears
I have given you everything
But you left me
with nothing
Nothing but your tears in my pocket
that I've been carrying since 2008
Carrying you
Like garments from a tomb
Carrying my tears
Like the pool of Bethesda
waiting to wash away your fears
Your tears in my pocket
though they sometimes feel like stones
they are remnants of Hope
to tell those dry bones
to rise
Indeed, for you,
the sun of righteousness will rise
with healing on its wings
So, fly my butterfly
Fly Home
Here
Here I am. Waiting.
With nothing, yet everything
With hands in my pockets,
I touch your tears.
