They slip easily into familiar patterns
Of complaint, of petition and casual affection.
I am still aching empty.
Fill me with your strongest grasp
Affirm that I didn't lose my place
In line when I stepped out of your sight.
When we fall into familiar patterns
(I sit here, you lean there)
When we read or play or eat
I am not fully convinced that I belong.
Then you give a secret and dime's worth
Of your sparking, wild hopes--
I see that your home is at my center.
With you, I am complete.
Your echoing faces hint at your relief
That nothing changes when we wave good-bye.
We belong together and your hands fit in mine.
Your hopes set off wildfire joy in me.
falling into familiar patterns is comfortable and having those doubts allayed by a secret and dime's worth of hope is wonderful. I like this.
ReplyDeleteThere are those people where we fit together at once.. and like pieces of a puzzle we just fit together... I really like that.
ReplyDeleteoh gosh, the sharing of a secret does imply deepening, doesn't it?
ReplyDeletethis is lovely, Cami. xo
It's such a beautiful thing when we find someone we truly fit with.
ReplyDeleteThere can be comfort in the familiar, complacence too...
ReplyDeletestrongly written - familiar, but personal ~
ReplyDeleteThe line, "Affirm that I didn't lose my place In line when I stepped out of your sight" is a powerful, essential piece of this poem. I appreciate the directness of tone, the revealing monologue.
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