All these threats
of wind
and wicked weather,
silenced when I see you.
Banished by the thought
of you being possible.
They were all surprised,
peopling my shadows,
grabbing at my ankles
busy trying to make me stumble.
But me? I knew.

I've known.

Where I was cold
and waiting, you were always
soft,
constantly warm.

If it'd taken
longer than I'd guessed it was
the right time
and you've never been the mistake
I made.
I number my sins
in the hours we've spent apart.