Before there ever was
a you
there was me -
a lost-in-the-crowd girl
with no agenda
no money
nothing tangible
but a whole lot of space
I drifted
across countries
by foot and train,
in one life
then out the next,
nibbling on boys
and men
with no agenda
no money
but who had lots of flavor
and wily ideas
I drifted
into cathedrals
holy grottos
left priests perplexed
by my silent confessions,
prayed only
on the coldest nights,
ate soup in cafes
while I clutched nubby pencils
and wrote down
reasons
to keep on going
I drifted
back to the world
put on clothes
walked hallways
used books as pillows
carved out a plan
decided it was time to be
something more
than who I was;
I turned a corner
caught a whiff of flowers
red and yellow
and then...
there was you.




































































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