the tables are turning and i can choose, you said. i leave that world behind full of loneliness and worry and fear and darkness, you said. one day the phone rang and there you were, so happy that i wondered if it were real. i’m leaving that chaos and the way you see me, it’s the way i am starting to see myself (you said). where is a girl like me to fit in, i thought, when the stars rise and the life comes rushing in. ahh, welcoming i thought, finally where all those dreams of mine had split up, cracked up into a million pieces nine years back. i said back then, i knew there was someone out there waiting, creating, developing…someone who did want what i wanted, someone who would see us. there is a space for me now, it is with you. you turned the tables, i fought the good fight, we both grabbed each others’ hand with surety and left ambivalence to those naysayers. they can have it – we have each other. you fight the battles, we’ve won the war. i look at you and my eyes twinkle the way i had once dreamed of, the way only you could elicit from this mind of a thousand stories. my element i shall be seen in, my world you shall drift along with me in, this garden and this home and this street where there are birds and people and promise. i can’t ever tell you in the way that i can show you. look from my kitchen window and you’ll see, you’ll know. i told you, i love the way you see me.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place. ~Zora Neale Hurston