as a young,
fragile girl,
i conjured only
longing poems

wishing girl,
waiting girl
yearning girl–
always searching,
     girl

dreaming of a
life and a love
unmatched, she
sat      patiently

painting a future
sure to hold heartache,
but never    rage,
but never    fear

wishing girl,
she knew the day
would come when
her heart would
find it–

the soft place to land,
the hand to hold,
the gentle warmth
of a lover who
wouldn’t keep score–

here,   the glory of fate
here,   the kindness
she’d been awaiting
fell right into her lap

longing girl, the pain
of existence may still
cut deep into bone

hurt of ghosts past
may still        linger

but the future is here.
there’s a soft place
to lay your heavy
head              here,
​
we can rest,  Knowing
the future was in us
all we had to do was
stop waiting for it
to come to         us