All this...for me?

 And there it was

Left in 7 years of silence

The love I poured out of my very vessel

Found its way back

In a chamber, scared as I

Left in the echo of the unrequited

What was I waiting for?

It washed over me

Thank God for your silence

For the overlooking

The dismissal

Intuition or not, my solitary confines reminded me where the light was coming from

How could I not look at the one who dared to love?

Could I dismiss a mirror?

The one who chased a dream

One who chose warmth and vulnerability

How could I not fall for her?

I've fallen face forward into your nothing one too many times

There I was

All this for...

Me

Loved and lost

Relieved of a debt, free to remember me

In my fullness

Self-realized

I wish I could give this to you, the one reading

Freedom from a lost love

You heal

You find time

Your wounds become points of expansion

Our own flesh tells us so

Like a scar on a bended knee, it aches and ails us with its discomfort

Then the impassioned, red ooze becomes an unsightly goo

A sap that we see in some plants

It changes

It makes no apologies for its healing

Simply being

Allowing

All at once, you see it to be healed, elastic skin in place of a pain that disturbed you

May you find the peace your longing heart deserves

For me, I was left with nothing but a seven-year love careening back to me. All at once, there I was. And she is beautiful. If only you could see it now...

But you will, and it's truly yours

Your yearning outward was a symptom of the hand that seeks to guide you through...you.

All this...

For 

Me?

Forever & always.