Meet you here

I see you.

I don't see all your pieces.  

I don't need to. I know your character and your heart.  

No, I won't try to save you. Nor rescue. Nor peek inside.

But see this place right here? Where you are at?

That's where I'll meet you.

By your feet. Kneeling. Waiting. Allowing myself to take root.

Because someday, your hand will reach out... searching... And I will be there.  

Welcoming my reward.

I will never ask. My language is silence. 

Observing only with my eyes and heart.

My body willing and available. Aching to be useful, but knowing that the time is not now.

So please don't deny me my place.  

Because while I was waiting here, at your feet, your roots grew too.

And I don't know how to undo what has been done. I don't know how to separate myself from you. 

So please don't ask me to walk. Just let me rest here, for awhile longer.

For it is where I belong and all I ever remember knowing.