Can you help me meet myself?
Because that’s what you said
That we could never hope that someone would meet us
Not fully
That we could only
In the slow tenderness
Of long nights
And long cries
Meet ourselves
And so
If we’re no longer looking
For an empty piece
For a heart to match our own
For a forever person
Because nothing is forever
All we can ever really hope for
Is for someone to help us
Pick up the broken pieces of the mirror
That we’ve been cutting our fingers on
For so long
That we don’t even remember what a hand
Not covered
In dried or wet blood
Feels like any more
Can you help me?
Pick up these fragments
So softly
That I no longer cut myself
And turning the image
Towards my own tired eyes
Red from grief
Full on longing
And a glimmer of hope
So I can see myself
As you see me
As my friends see me
With love
And understanding
Can you help me?
Reach through
This shard of an image
To touch my own hand
And feel the softness of my own skin
And the warmth of my own heart
Can you help me?
Meet the me
That will show up with love
And give it
Even when I’m certain I’m not worthy
Even when you’ve left me
If even it’s simply to go on a trip
Or to the bathroom
Or for someone else
Or for a destination beyond the beyond
Can you help me?
As I help you
Arms entwined
Each with our own jagged edges
Looking at ourselves
Until we look up and notice each other
Meeting those me’s
Together
And smile