Reading Between the Lines of a Visit

A late evening dark brought us to we
Welcome with smiles and received the same
Beautiful and kind we entertained ourselves
with shows and quips, delighting to be there
enthralled just the same.
The morning brought light and activity
An odd breakfast out courtesy of the guest
Back to the space, we entertained more
But a call came to swiften the time
so one last embrace on my behalf
and he was gone, as he always seems to be
I stay there and sleep.
I am rested and exhausted
All my muscles have stretched beyond their normal scope
but it’s a feeling I enjoy
a physical remembrance
His words as we fell
swimming against the droning, soothing waves that enveloped the room
the waft and swoosh from the fan as it spun around
I did not fully comprehend what he said-
I know the words that were formed, but not the meaning-
I was grateful anyway for the vocal reminder that he was there.
Now here, with the window slit and incense burning
awake for a long time now, with a weekend coffee and Kahlua treat
I see what he means.

Remembering before
thinking of now
dreaming of possibilities
I have never felt so touched before
by something- let alone a phrase!- I did not recognize at first.

THIS! is what I cry.
This is what I have been looking for my whole life.
The beautiful phrase

So many fail this inevitable test that I never procter
I only know it when the click in my head goes off
After the click, I know the truth and the outcome of my thoughts
like a paper jam finally slipping through
and there is nothing that can alter my immediate path.
It seems selfish  to allow a word or tone
to end something so devoted
but it is my panic button.
That is the Flight instinct

But he recognized something and carried it over to another situation.
He is learning my triggers and quirks and adjusting
as I have done for him, or at least tried to
Finally I feel the type of reciprecation I’ve always wanted
no dollar for dollar or room for room
but something he tells me that comes from him
not that he’s forced to say.

Or maybe it’s mere coincidence that he said it
talking only of the recent past
not the stories I have bored him with for many moons now.
Logically, there is no way on earth he meant what I think he could’ve meant
The moment, the mindframe, the connection would have been lost upon him
but then again, he is not typical
Maybe he did think along that thread.
What I know is that it is important to me,
                                                                        so I will keep it forever.

This, all without warning, as I made my coffee.