Always Mine
I never needed your love,though it seemed like the thing to wantat the time,like everyone else was reaching for itas if it were some kind of fruiton a tree that only grew for others. But as it turns out,I never needed it at all.It was always mine,wrapped up in the quiet placeswhere I went looking for somethingI was already carrying,like a coat on a warm day. So I let it go—your love,and the idea of itdrifting like a balloon in the wind.Now I stand herewith what’s always been mine,the love that never asked for anythingbut to simply be.