you were or you weren’t, hoping I was looking for you in him and her,
but one thing’s for certain, you saw more than what you earned
and now there’s another who has me faded, and they’re trusted
to bring me back to myself safely, that’s what you see
standing before you, this is me. they threw away the worn
and tattered pieces and let me freeform, that’s what you feel
beating, this is how love is supposed to be twists and turns,
ups and downs but never extremities to stunt the soul,
you did or didn’t have to see it through me, I am happy
as a reverie, no one told you to come find me

-B.Brown

(art by Timothy M. Parker)