Why do I still have this strong pull towards you?
You swim through my thoughts,
Sometimes darting in and out.
Sometimes you're in the middle of this pool while my mind swarms around.
As you float there,
I can push you to the side for a bit.
Sometimes for bits that last for days.
And I'm stricken when I wake up and realize that last night's allowed visiting hour with you didn't transpire in my imagination as it often does to put me to sleep.
My thoughts didn't cling to you as the focus of the story that sometimes gave me hope,
Sometimes still gives me hope.
Hope and a flicker of some tiny belief that there is someone out there who doesn't have to be my everything,
But my something,
My person who tries to get me,
Who wants to get me,
But gives me space to expand and constrict and maybe rather unreal just once in a while.
As I process the world around me and I navigate through these changes and these challenges that connect us all.
But you're there to greet me when I'm ready and you teach me through your actions and your patience and your fortitude.
And you give me hope with the memo that says,
It doesn't have to always be this way.
And you don't necessarily have to do it alone.