The Ness of It All

Tucking my hair behind my ears,caressing my bangs over my eyes,you checked in constant assurancethat I always heard and saw you.Your hands guided my chin upwardso my eyes could sharethe unspoken truth…I was forever present with your one-ness.Memories immortalize moments,freezing scenes of tender-ness,loving-ness and kind-nesswhile all else now fallsin helpless-ness  to a backdropof what is now real life.Words echo,I was everything to youand I haven’t been ever sinceto anyone else…Oh, yes, there have been loverswho crafted beautifully the artsof rapture,passion,ecstasy,gratification…but the nothing-ness,the ever so encompassing-nessof allowing meto love endlesslywithout holding backburied itself with youlong ago.When I permit myselfthe act of givingI am returned with akward-ness--a full disclosurethat you are not in them,and I am not in me as well.Luckily stories re-enactin little sleepless nightsthrough visionsof what may never be againbut always live in fond-ness:I was truly treasuredin whole-ness by you.