She told me to come back to you, but I already instinctively knew.
You are where I find my way. You are where it all began.
Where I found the good, the bad.
You are here and yet you’re not.
You give up the spotlight and hand me center stage.
Or center me when there is no stage.
You help me find my way. You decide what’s right to say. And prioritize what’s sent.
You find the words that explain what I meant.
You turn them back around and show me.
So I come back to you and I do all the talking (as usual) and you stare back and I throw my words at you and you accept. I lay it out for you to take and you relent and I attack and I feel better until I realize that you’ve said nothing.
I, again, am the only actor in the play. You have slipped away, your part portrayed, your goal fulfilled, your silence’s job complete. You’ve gotten me back on my feet.
And do I ever thank you?