Everywhere
Picking up the pieces of a scattered self. Wishing to fly away from all that is. Go to the room of blame Of hurt, of loneliness. Sit in the comfy chair of feelings so Well known. Lift my head and ever so gently with curiosity and love I hear you say my name. And so there you are. Grand and beautiful Our hands connect in a grib so slight and yet so tight. From here and now Then and there .....i Think I Will meet you anywhere