lately

I am nesting. Baking. Making. procrastinating. Hiding away from production. Resolved most days to carry on. This secret we shall keep and never speak of what can be done. Thank you for what has been done. I see you. I know you. I see your full potential. The all and the sum of what you are capable of if you only had a small encourager sitting on your shoulder, cheering you on and validating how wonderful you truly are.

I am standing at intersections busy and loud.
I am content to look down each road and see the middle.
I never see the end.
I stay.

I see love and passion and touch and song.
I cuddle close, content to catch the constant crashing chords.
constant crashing
I lift myself up with your words.
Affirmations.
Thank you.

You leave long long lines of silence
and I wonder where you are
where you've gone
when you will leave
and be gone
good-bye
bad-bye
there is no good in leaving
just
absence
and
silence
cradling
crashing
cleaving
to
what?