To Maren...

Well here it is,
here i am,
for all to read,
to see my vulnerabilties,
my lack of becoming emotionally available
even to the angel who rescued me...
the girl who was sitting next to the sun,
waiting for me to come in from the cold,
from the dark.
so together we could tremble with Tom Waits.

this is real
as real as the tears that are streamlining down my face.
my face as long as the horizon on the clearest of days.
clearly real.
i love you maren,
more now than that first time i saw you...
sitting in your fraility.
your eyes focused so curiously on mine.
that was the end of me,
and the beginning of "we"