i . . .
. . . did not know
myself
who i was
where i was
what life was about
did i really matter?
i was incomplete,
alone
among friends, dissipation
among books, ennui
amidst living, mere existence
within: a void, without a love

i reached out and found you.

you ...
... stepped into my life
with a quiet violence
life fragile raindrops pounding upon parched grass.
you colored my being
with the depth of your eyes,
the warmth of your lips,
the sweetness of your person
you will always be one with me;
within me
you have become me

and i will never be the same.

we ...