here is where he was standing, waiting for me to find the perfect shot.
again and again and again.
always waiting for me. to find my way back again, to find my way across the mountains and plains, to find answers to the questions that hang there between us.
he is a patient man.
i never want to wait for anything. impatient.
he says 58 days is not so long.
i roll my eyes.
here is where he waits.
here is where i can’t stop thinking i want to be.
here is where i found bliss
in the feel of his hands stroking my hair,
in reaching out and having someone’s hand to hold,
in waking in the night assured he was there.
in that one spot,
that spot where i rest my head
and know that everything is okay.
that place where my head fits into his neck
and i know i am safe.
and i know that here
is defined only as
my safe place.
is where i can call home.