Your voice sounded like home
All at once, I remembered hugs
In which I was completely folded
In you, your arms holding me so tightly
I almost believed that cliched love stories
Existed, and that I was the lucky one.
If you are here, I would easily fall
Once again, into the comfort of your arms
And believe I can live free of my thoughts
As long as I can turn and see you looking at me.
But you are not here now –
And there are no arms to keep me from my thoughts
I think of how long it has been since I saw your eyes
Shining, when you saw me smiling at you
When we last had a conversation where the I love you
Stressed more on the love than the pronouns.
You are not here now, and I feel
Maybe can teach myself to love myself
When I don’t have your arms around me.
It rained today, the water dropped gently
On my skin, I felt my heart leap.
The waters caressed my skin –
I felt I could learn to love my body
Without needing your warm arms
Today, I felt I might love myself again
The way the rain does –
Slowly, silently and utterly.