The Thank You Note

I have come to a pause
A tiny moment before one's breath relaxes
into an exhale.
A hesitation before outstretched wings can soar,
zipping through the air.
I've arrived at grateful,
a sense that soon one will have the faith to move forward.

Youth swallowed by intimacy-
an emotional connection beyond
what I've felt since.
                 
A trust that tugged unflinchingly
with the security of a twisting rope made from
thousands of fibers.

An understanding of such depth that the Earth
beneath our bodies could mimic perfectly-
soil sand silt and sediment, fulfilling miles of space like concrete
never could.
              
Completion-
ancient as the presence of bumble bees in the Spring.

And I've struggled with the release.
Too many times have I talked myself into
spreading my fingers on the ground
sending a message beneath the soil
to you.
               
Pleading for the empathetic comfort once offered.
I can recall a thousand tiny moments of throwing
that rope over your fence-
and tugging enthusiastically, expecting with all my heart
that you might pick up the other end
and I would know our trust persists.

And every single bumble bee I have followed, called to,
imparted messages,
and taken as a sign
that our minds remain the same.
Those perfectly fitting puzzle pieces.

But now in that space of a breath
I release these urges.
Our premature declarations and realizations
have brought me closer to myself
my purpose, my pleasures and joy
we gave each other things that some people-
some people crave for a life time

One day I will fit perfectly into another being
and impart what you gave me-a sense of completion.