i lost my idea
But someone else found it.
In the folds of my skin
i stood searching for days and days
Into the depths i plunged
And into the valley i disappeared
Some people never saw me for lightyears
Did you turn away first or did i?
These accusations do not matter now
in the face of the joy of knowing that
We are gifts to each other.
The immeasureable compassion
Of one hand
Pulling me up to breathe