all of those bags,
are they a way to hold onto my past?
his patience,
it’s made me realize
certain faults.
i’m more aware of today than ever.

i feel seen.
his tenderness is how.
his eyes: a flame crashing between a wave.
the connection glows,
lights me up inside.

where did i meet him?
what were our first words?
i wonder how it is
that he holds the only memory of that moment.
what did he see in me?
what made him think he needed to take care of me?

i hope he will reveal it.