Kevin

    I'm trying to patch the pieces of your life together. Of all of the places that you've been, and the hundreds of people who have touched your heart before my gentle hands. The movements of the countless bodies beneath the sheets that have felt the most vulnerable parts of you. My god do I wonder what those eyes have seen. The pain they've known. Those finger tips have grazed the faces of living angels, but those hands themselves have carried the weight of a thousand worlds.
   I see the scars. I need not wonder where they came from. Be them big or small. Those hidden markings are what draw me near to you. The ones that cut so deep beneath the surface that trace the road map of the horrible things you've seen. Every broken piece of you that lingers was just waiting to heal me. To match perfectly to the open wounds of mine that time has stolen.
   My whole world plays like an old movie reel inside your heart. Time and distance do no injustice to our story. We have lived one life my sweetheart in two separate vessels ....our hearts beat out of rhythm, but I can bet you this life that it is the same exact song. ..." I have died every day waiting for you..."
   In the end, those patchwork tragedies have stitched their way back together. Not to cover up the wreckage that circumstance has allowed, but to guide me through the inevitable truth I am so honestly seeking. I need to know that I am not the only one that has held you. That has shared those delicate pieces of your life. It is truly humbling to know that I am not the only one that hears the song that is in your soul. Those others may know the melody, but me my love. I am the only one who knows the words.


Kevin