Glass and Sticky Note
I didn’t recognize you when I first saw you
and I should have
with all the pieces of you I tucked away in my novels,
transfixed myself with through the glow of the television,
observed in malls and parks and at the movies,
I even misrecognized you sometimes
Swearing it was you, believing it so completely sometimes it took years to realize my misconception
I prayed for you a lot, sometimes for you to hurry up or sometimes that you were happy, wherever you were
Sometimes I prayed for you under another’s name,
But only when I saw your glow in another’s eyes
I’m not proud when I admit this,
But I even doubted your existence, for awhile
Yes I knew you in fragments and in broken glass but my vision had become so bad and I had lost all my pieces of you
So eventually I stopped looking
I wasn’t looking when I first saw you
On bended knee my hands in yours,
your lips forming the lines of “my love”,
I still couldn’t hear your sigh over the roar of should be’s, and
Yes, I was that oblivious
I didn’t recognize you when I first saw you
But when the kiss happened
-you know the one I’m talking about
I woke up to find all my glass pieces intact
And a mirror lying on my bed
Sticky note stuck to the glass, scribbled in black ink
You’re welcome.
Love,
God