Answer

You ask me if I missed someone,

Or something, before?

Or in any other time in my life?

I did. You know I did.

We all did

But me more than most.

Friends I had and lost,

Lovers I found in the way,

Women I loved,

People I knew…

It happened to me, yes…

It is happening now.

Can’t you feel?

When you think of me,

When you see me…

By the unwritten words,

The unsent messages,

The relative quietness

Of my restless soul…

If time is what you need,

Let me wrap it up

In pink wrapping paper

With laces to go along.

(Silly me, I know)

If peace is what you need,

Let me open the doors

Of your inner temple

Where you can,

And will find me,

And you, the you

You don’t see in the mirror…

I have been me,

Here where you found me,

I have been waiting,

I have been thinking,

Taking my time,

Giving my time…

Living.

Nothing is lost,

Or will ever be.

Not now.

The needs are not the same

As they were before…

Emotions don’t rule

As much as they did.

We travel the same road,

But we drive different vehicles…

I have a fast car

Hermitically closed,

I don’t feel the wind,

The cold or the heat.

You drive a fast bike

And wear a light helmet,

You love the wind and the rain.

Nature soaks through your soul

And you feel alive.

I share that live with you,

In more ways than we think.

Whether we use it or not

We have a very private link

Into one another…

You can feel me

If you wish it.

Wish it and I will know.

You are unlike anyone I’ve known

And as unlikely as it may be

We are very similar in that regard.

You left, sometime ago,

To your own findings,

But don’t think for a moment

That I thought you left me.

Some experiences are yours

And yours alone.

I’ve been there,

I did that.

Your turn.

Yet,

I wonder.

Is it me you are asking

What you ask?

Is it from me

You want the answers

You already know?

Truly I wonder.

Truly I know.

If you send thoughts

Into the wind…

The wind will come back

At you with the answers.

If you send questions

Into the wind…

Only questions the wind

Will bring back.

That’s what I do, you know?

I ask my questions in here.

I ask myself. Just ask.

A few years later

Something draws me back here

And the words, once written,

Read differently,

Are the answer I’m looking for.

It may be simplistic of me,

But works it only with me?

I know not.

Life is like a rubber band.

You stretch it as much as you can,

You can even go around the world,

One, twice, more even,

It stretches that long, yes,

But at a point it comes back

To the very beginning,

To the original size…

The recoil sometimes

Tears people apart…

Sometimes not…

But tell me, tell me silently

Into your own thoughts,

Is it me you are aiming at?

Silently, thoughtfully…