You In My

Do I see you in my mind, 

on days of being supine and bedraggled? 

Once there was a horror, well I'm past that now. 

The bridge that threatened to crash is a million miles away. 

Fears can cross paths, 

but are you fear itself 

or a coinage that climbs into my wellbeing, 

my body of temple and works? 

I have such a picture of how you look, 

the contours and its physical presence, 

a real sense of being near. 

You hurt me with a flurry of words, 

my ears can somehow take it. 

I drown in our unseen confrontation that we have, 

and have had for many a year. 

You were someone else, 

and are someone else now. 

Do I see you as more real, 

after understanding all reality, 

or do I understand? 

Do I live in fear 

and climb away to other craggy cliffs? 

My bridges tow me to safety now.