Wilted flowers
On a windowsill
That’s how you found me
Breathing still
A love had faltered
A heart grown cold
And nothing mattered
I did not matter…

You
Refused it all
You refused the fall
Never left me feeling small
You
Saw straight into my soul
Where others stood and failed
Their intentions shamed and paled

It is you—always you
My reflection found and shared
A naked soul, stripped and bared
You—always you
Once you let me see beneath
A kindred heart, I could breathe
You…

Your heart was guarded
Maybe fractured too
Your eyes seemed lonely
Looking at me like you do
And still you whispered
I have scars matching yours
And something shifted
Opposite shores

Can you
See me too?
I’m praying that you do!
I’m hoping that it’s you.
I cried
When you offered me your pain
When you offered me your sorrow
When you offered me tomorrow

Cos it’s you—always you
The mirror to my soul
The matching piece to make me whole
You—always you
Let me guide you, let me follow
I will never leave you hollow
Again

It is you—always you
I was a stranger to myself
Discarded, put on a shelf
It is you—always you
The warmth and the rain
Wilted flowers bloom again
It is you