Gratitude

You found me lying.
Broken, in a puddle.
Of my own tears.
My mind, a muddle.
You found me dying.
Or wishing to, at least.

You picked me up
Cleaned me
Healed me
Played with me.
And made them play, too.
I turned cherry red
Like a tomato, perhaps too ripe for your tastes
But you ate me anyway.

You tore the rot off with your teeth
Tied my old bones up with skin and string
And I danced.
We danced.

After i fed you too many slices of cake
And had fed myself
It grew dark
And you came with your lights
And stole my keys away.
I was left asking who.
Although you know,
I think I knew.

You gave me all I wanted
Held my calloused hands
Every question I had,
You answered.
I didn’t even have to ask.
You placed me in your hands and warmed me
Like a cup of winter coffee.
You looked into my eyes and saw me
Although you know.
I never really took off my mask.

Life’s a puzzle.
I thought you were the missing piece
I’ve bothered you so.
Trying to fit you in
To my idea of me.
It never occurred to me before
That the missing piece
Might have always been
Right here

Like that time when I ran around
With my glasses in my pocket
While I looked for them
Everywhere.

So close I could almost taste it
And yet