When I was little I never knew you.
You had left my parents so how was I worthy to even catch a glimpse of you?

At 9,I heard my very first “I love you.”
I remember the field of butterflies that had taken over my stomach,
Surely you had found me?

A river of tears later,
I thought you would arrive in a chariot.
Hope left me with every opening of the curtains,
Maybe you’d let me see you?
I had hoped.

In the form of a pen and a paper you came,
You whispered my name and with a gentle carass,
I finally saw your face.
I. Finally. Knew. You