I turn the page slowly,
My fingers lingering,
My thoughts turning.
Touching the faces of
Loves passed on now, closing my eyes as
My heart summons memories.
I realize I am holding my breath; silence.
To hear them say my name just once more.
So much time held in one picture book,
So much love.
For so many years I hid bits of myself.
My favorite Legos in the floorboards,
In the house where the gun went off.
Hoping someday someone would find them and
Create something admirable.
I wrote my name in nooks
And secret places hoping someday
Someone would read me;
I placed my voice in a jar
And put it in a corner
Someone would find it,
It and hear me;
I am going back and collecting these bits of me
For I know my worth now
And those bits are too lovely to keep hidden
In dark places;
Too lonely to wait any longer
Simply wishing to be found by another.
All of me for me.