Splicing of Changes

The Poem

The empty crevices of my hand,

Filled perfectly by your fingers,

Sliding pass, one another,

Gliding along the other,

Leading me into this path,

Where the small fissures in my heart,

Slowly starts to fill up,

Mending them as we go along.

You came into my life,

When I was barely holding on,

Gripping your hand tightly,

Holding my hand, guiding me, leading me,

To this path of love and light,

To this way of clearing out,

The clutter that I called my life.

Helping me pick up the pieces,

I gave up on seeing again,

A long time ago,

Holding onto me,

You led me to light,

Made me heal and feel again,

Feel the love I never expected,

To feel, to experience again.

Scared of all things,

Slipping into my past,

You held on, pulling me back,

Before I got lost,

You stubbornly wormed your way,

Way into this organ, that I refer as heart,

Making it beat faster with your presence.

Now only thing left to do,

To pause this trepidation,

Will you be the fixture to my fissures?

Will you do me the honor to be my,

A simple girlfriend doesn't suffice what,

I want to refer to you as,

Probably my savior,

The mender of my heart,

The captor of my soul,

But definitely the love of my life,

That I know for sure.