Somewhere I stopped.

Somewhere I stopped

wondering if you missed me.

You must have just been passing by.

You looked ahead and didn't see,

but I didn't walk the road alone —

my familiar friend, my brokenness,

held my praying hands.

Somewhere I stopped

wondering if you loved me.

Was Love the river's current

rushing forwards to the sea?

I ran along the banks ahead,

I heard your soft impatient sighs,

I stumbled on small skipping stones.

You must have missed me

a hundred times just as

you were passing by.

Somewhere I stopped

just to feel the night;

the moonlight, all the fireflies.

They beat their wings

on my fragile knees,

the praying mantis mocking me,

and I wondered if our memories

were clouds just passing by.

The passion of our voices, together,

loud like thunder;

love

like

pouring

rain.

And somehow all our smiles

became nothing more than seeds

and soil, filling all the holes we made.

Somewhere I stopped

just to feel the day.

The trees, blue skies,

clouds passing by,

cherishing the rain.

There, I stopped and stayed.

I stopped shuffling the earth,

burying my brokenness; my

own forgiveness in the dirt.

And there beyond the clouds –

my strength; my familiar

friend's rebirth.