i am who i am
and who i was i don’t remember.
i’ve forgotten much of life.
and you
the first clear day after years of sickness
first fresh air that healed my lungs
you are my connection to the world
through your heart my heart finds a way
soul finds soul as i know only you
and myself i know only through you.
happiness is with us and also the pain
life is playing itself mercilessly before us
we laugh in the sun as we do in the rain.
so let me hold your hand
and walk you into the flowerbeds.
there may be some thorns
but if we’re careful
only by a little blooded ire
the flowers will be stained
but by great great affection
their roots and sprouts will be filled.