Wandering a vast gloom
Only to stumble into a large room
Filled with shelves of books
Some telling of heroes and crooks
None of which I choose to read

Moving aimlessly past the collections
Dwelling on life's rejections
Only to see, just for a moment,
A figure running swiftly by
Evading me just so
But this I shall not let go

The chase begins
So far it wins
Turning and twisting around corners
Dodging my lingering gaze
Slipping away as though called
Leaving me enthralled in the mystery
Not to give up

Breathless, I stop
Mind spinning and fogged
Dizzied by the sudden stop
Almost to collapse-
But caught
In the figures arms
A scent filling my nostrils
So familiar and comforting
Making me feel safe in this madness

Then we fall
The figure flat on their back
Still holding me in their arms
I apologize, but find myself
Strangely unable to shy away
So there I stay
Cozy in their arms
Turning to put my ear over their heart
Quick beats, soon slowing to be at ease

They release a sigh
Of content or defeat
I do not know
But they do not go
So there we lie
Wordlessly calm
For here we did meet
But not for the first time
Or so I believe

My eyes grow tired
Heavy with sleep
Soon upon me it shall creep
But before I fall into a slumber
I ask their name
To which they reply,
"I am in your heart."

- Jay M
August 18th, 2020