There are moments
that have imprinted in my mind
that will long surpass
when my body goes
It is adjusting to me, knowing
that I feel the shift in the temperament of a room,
the moments when
my body knew long before my mind
that my heart was safe
Walking me back through the dark corridor
and yet I did not call it love then
When you hid the
terrible taste of the ice cream,
I felt myself turn into
a kid
curious, I wanted to taste it too
And then all you asked
was for me to repeat
myself, because you
interrupted me
An empath will never call it love,
but my heart found home with you
But one year later,
as I’m
driving
down a dark lane
lost, my thoughts distracting me
from reading the signs
it was not to you
that my heart looked for
Safety