Forgotten Things

I usually don't share my other writing here but this is a poem I wrote in Sept./Nov. 2017

         To Know You

Tender heart,
Busy mind,
So much possibility
Where once there was fear.

To what end
Do we
Harden ourselves
Against loving again?

Who are we protecting?

If we fail to have
The only thing
Of real worth?

What are we
Saving our selves for then?
If not Love?

Your eyes
Betray you,
They speak volumes
You try to hide.

It is there,
A Sadnesss,
Deep and penetrating
In your mind and your heart.

Where does this
Sadness originate?
What loss or harm so great
Left you in its shadow?

You would
Fear ever after
The repeat
Of its presence
Trying so desperately to harden yourself.

And what affect,
What cause could there be
To heal this place for you?

A Hand to hold?
Unwavering love?
Understanding in another?
A reach across to divinity?

Would it take
All of these
To face this wound,
And be free of it?

Would it take sacrifice?
A small one?
A great one?
Would it take only willingness?

How would it be
To look into those eyes
And see
The sadness lifted?

I would if I could
Offer this up
In some small way,
A relief from the separation
From your heart.

I want to know you
Your joys,
Your pain,
Your past,
Your future hopes.

I want to hear about your day,
Your dreams in the night...

Did someone show you kindness?
Compassion?
Empathy?
Did you?

What great or small
Adventures
Have you known in your life?

What more do you crave to know?

What  guilty pleasures
Do you resist
Or satiate?
Why do you hide them?

Who are your heroes,
Or the villains of your life?
Your arch nemesis?
What is your superpower?

When you were a child
What flavor
Did the world have?
What fascinated you then?

Now that you are older,
What really drives you?
What breaks your bones
And exhalts your soul?

Who do you turn to
When you have a bad day?
Who gets your good news first?
Who do you miss like crazy?

Do you daydream?
Do you hope?
If you could have anything
What would it be?

If you could help the world
How would you help it?
Do you still wish
On falling stars?
If you do, tell me all those wishes.

You are a lush read,
A heady fragrance,
A neverending story...
With all your complexities
And truths.

These things,
They are my wishes
They excite me,
Enthrall me,
Exhilarate me.

If I could
I would endeavor
The satiations by these answers
Which only you could
Grant.

If I could I would
Be the hand you hold
When the sadness lifts
And the story unfolds.